Things I miss about England - the farm shop

Here in Australia we have the farmers market. Once a month we all file into the designated park and buy our groceries from the farmers who have attended. It's important to note that you don't have to be a farm in order to sell your produce at these markets but that is a post for another day. 

Today is all about the farm shop. 

England has the farmers market and it runs under similar principles to the ones here. Everyone arrives to see the glorious produce and takes home their spoils at the end of the day. One of my favourite parts of England was the humble farm shop. 

Depending on where you were, it was either a building on the farm property or a shack on the side of the road. Whilst my parents holidayed with us last August we went to Cornwall and I introduced them to the humble farm shop.

We were staying in a tiny fishing village called Polruan. It was across the mouth of the river from Fowey. Another tiny fishing village. The advantage of being based there was that we had easy access to the northern and southern parts of Cornwall. Polruan is the blue dot below. 

On one of the days we were there, we all headed over to Padstow. Dad and M had tickets to the brewery tour so mum and I decided to check out the sights. We were expecting a quiet fishing village. What we got was anything but. On the way back to pick up the men, there was a farm shop. This was the first farm shop that my mum had been too. We spent far too much but it was all delicious.

After this meal it was on like Donkey Kong. I think the best meal we had was when I attempted to make chicken mignon/kiev. This was courtesy of a farm shop shack on the side of the road. Coming back from the south coast we just drove past a sign that said farm shop.

Next thing I knew, dad had loaded up the basket with chicken thighs, broccoli, carrots, garlic and local butter. 

Need I say any more?

Banana Cake with passion fruit icing

Cake cake cake cake cake cake cake

I lurve the cake

It's so delicious. Tender crumbs on the inside and icing to contrast and compliment on the outside. I did not get to be the size I am today without a love of cake. True fact. 

My classy amateur photos today were brought to you by my phone. 

Last weekend there were uber ripe bananas. My husband hates to waste and so do I. Luckily the solution was simple. Banana Cake!!!! After trawling the internet and searching the cupboard I decided on using the Donna Hay One Bowl Banana Cake recipe. The only adaptation I did was to not put the cinnamon in. 

I had some issues with the baking. When the oven is on fan forced, it is really enthusiastic. I'm talking seriously enthusiastic. The recipe said 45 minutes. I checked it after 20 minutes and it was pretty much done. Some small crumbs on the skewer so it was put back in for another 10 minutes with the fan on but heat off. Possibly not the best idea as the sides burnt a little. 

Nothing a little passion fruit icing couldn't fix.

It was delicious 

Chinese pork and cabbage dumplings

Since I was here last so much as happened. As is my habit now, I post a few things and then disappear for a few months/years because big life things happen. Between the last post and this one I have moved country, started back at my old school, gotten married and bought a house. Whilst all of this has been happening my love for pork dumplings has remained constant.

Oh pork dumpling. Shall I compare thee to a summers day? Thou art more lovely and temperate.

Bah! Only when you aren't consumed with mountains of chili sauce are you temperate. You are always lovely though.

I missed your deliciousness. 

I really missed you.

Rural England doesn't really do the dumpling. You can find things in the freezer sections of some supermarkets. We had an Asian supermarket in town so worse case we could go there on a Saturday morning. I really missed the pork dumplings from Melbourne. They were soooo good. A food court staple for me the past few years.

Normally they ended up being made myself. I've made my own wrappers, used store bought and you know what? It doesn't matter which one you use. They both taste great. For this batch I went with the store bough wonton wrappers as that's what the local supermarket had. 500g of pork took 2 packets of wrappers.

As we wrapped them I had the jingle 'One ton rodeo' going through my head. It went like this 'won-ton-ellini' My wontons looked like tortellini. I love tortellini.

The basic recipe I got from the ABC website. It's one of the many fabulous things from Poh's Kitchen. I doubled everything and had some left over. The leftover filling became fried meatballs in a soup that evening with the dumplings.

Wontonallini. I gotta wontonalliiiiini. I need a wontonallini.