Hello foodies! Part 2 of the special treat from the very talented Njeri of The House of Olang’ is here! Another tantalising piece piece for sure. This is part 2, if you haven’t read part 1 start here and if you haven’t visited her blog, please do: Heart of Her Thoughts. Feel free to start here, the first post I read on her site. Enough of my chatter, here’s her post…
It was a majestic place to be at this time, the dust raised by little feet chasing each other in and out the stalls, causing all to sneeze and dust their long dresses, boots stomping with determined focus. Excited chatter of the women over their discoveries this season and comparing the growth of their offspring. Squeals of joy as one announcement followed the other in ease and progressive turn.
Market days were always my favourite time of the season, where the skies were cloudy and blue, the river shimmered in the noon sun casting an orange hue like the new oranges papa just harvested, full and plump. The smell of produce, the burst of colour, the reunification of friendships all came together on this day.
“Come try this Heirloom!” cried little Apricot as she ran towards her mother’s stand picking some kind of fruit and running in the direction of a pathway that Chef Gourmet disappeared towards.
“Apricot! AprrriiiCot!” Came through the loudest of screams I have ever heard from her mother, you see we had followed Miss Old Spice to her “lair” as Pebbles the freckly new girl from the other side of the mountain called it. It was the worst smelling place I had ever come across. With all things hanging and all things smelly. Continue reading