I usually go to the farmers market by myself on Sundays, both because I like to go early and beat the crowds, and because I enjoy this solitary bit of my weekend routine. Occasionally though Andrew will decide to come with me, and I like that too. Its nice to have company when shopping, and for some reason, when we shop together we almost always end up coming home with something a little different in our bag.
I only had to point out that the fishmongers stall had mussels yesterday when Andrew decided we should get some. At this point I only had five pounds left in my wallet, but it was enough for a kilo of my favourite shellfish. When we got home we rolled up our sleeves and got to work, despite the fact that neither of us had ever cooked mussels before. They made for a delicious Sunday lunch, cooked with tomatoes, garlic, herbs and white wine, and tossed with spaghetti; the recipe we followed was a loose interpretation of this one.