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?