pot plants and paella

funny town ...  kilmarnock. me, myself, i don't mind going there - as long as someone else is driving. i tend to get lost and have a deal of trouble finding parking. it always seems to me that kilmarnock is kind of ... all over the place. once i was supposed to meet my friend jeanie there, we were going to the movies, hah, easier said than done. even my beloved lady who lives in a box and tells me how to get from here to there in a very sexy voice ... even she was lost! kept taking me back to the same dead end, over and over.

so saturday there was a global market in kilmarnock or killie as the locals call their place called home. there is also the famous (in these parts) killie pie.
"A Killie pie or Kilmarnock pie is a type of pie sold at Rugby Park, the home ground of association football team Kilmarnock F.C.. It is somewhat unique in that it is a steak pie and not a Scotch pie, the type of pie associated with football in Scotland." 
thanks wikipedia!


back to kilmarnock and the global market ...
the animal doctor was happy to drive to the benighted place, so me, myself, i was delighted to accompany her.
a new experience for me.
stall after stall of, mostly edible goodies from all over the world, what a temptation!
there was all the usual market patter, beseeching you to to try and expecting you to buy, offering more for less until your hand makes for your wallet almost of it's own volition.
cheeses, olives and pesto, sweet pastries,chocolates, breads, paella, german sausage, italian sausage, cakes to tempt a saint, nuts - salted, honeyed, flavoured... ah ... the list is endless.
the weather was fair - well, it wasn't raining!
the streets were awash with humanity, enjoying the day, happy to spend. kids darted in, out and under, clasping paper bags filled with their booty, whining for more. some poor souls, pale of face with the glazed eyes of the over extended eater clutched plastic bowls which were once filled  with tiny marshmallows and big juicy strawberries over which the vendor would pour great globs of melted chocolate.


of course there were not only food stalls (food is simply a particular interest of mine), there was jewellery, clothing, leather, hand made soap and paper, those wonderful wooden flower pot people and even a native american stall, complete with dream catcher and even an authentic looking native american in a feathered headdress, he was doing some really rattling dancing, i was completely entranced until i heard his scottish accent.

so we wandered, me, myself and the animal doctor, we wandered up and down, in and out, testing and tasting and on occasion throwing calorie counting caution  to the four winds as we gave in to the temptation of a particularly scrumptious morsel. we cruised the stalls until our tummies were full and our feet tired, until the crowds grew too dense and the dark clouds gathered.


not such a bad place really ... kilmarnock, just don't ask me to drive there!