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On sausages in fat, confinment and Haringey markets.

What better lunch can a girl have than a good sausage smeared in a healthy dose of fat. My Sunday afternoon was blissful one in allowing me to combine my two longest standing passions: a bit of quality meaty fat

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Crossing borders – tomatoes and warm vodka.

 As a little taster, in preparation for a full-blown porcine assault, here are a few pictures of the things lighter. On the way to Ukraine – my first, original, pre-salo love. Tomatoes. Whilst in Berlin (on which read more here), we

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Maltby street market, Bermondsey.

On Thursday 23rd December, I got up at 6.30 in the morning, and was already ‘on location’ at 9 o’clock – under the bridge arches near Tower Hill, London. The streets were freezing, empty – and only a tantalizing sign

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The labyrynth of smells – fruit and veg market, Fez, Morocco

‘The smells’ – the unforgettable combination of cinnamon, rose water, cumin, dust and dung – disturbing and enticing at the same time.

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Pirita market – sweet thorns

Don’t I like contradictions…for those who’ve read my latest melancholic musings about the disappearance of the farmers’ markets in Estonia, here is a cheery note – the market ‘scene’ in Tallinn is far from dying.

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A Tallinn market and its local fruits

Meet Alexander, a former ‘designer-modelier’, a navy officer and presently an artisan of all things pickled. Alexander is clearly a dandy with a keen eye for style – just look at his cap and artfully laid table of home-grown herbs and ‘conservanty’.

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A mediaval chelly

Do you know what these brown creatures are?