An absolutely perfect day. A cool, crisp, misty morning in Woodstock with my hubby and the family. Buzzing with locals and tourists, a mingle of music and a swirl of foreign languages. The air sizzling with smoky barbecue scents, frying eggs, bacon, pancakes, roasted coffee beans brewing, fragrant teas. Stall upon stall laden with artisan treats - fresh farmers fruit and veg, baked pies and tarts, muffins and macaroons, cookies and pastries, Creamery ice-cream, German hotdogs and pretzels, craft beers, mounds of colourful salad mixes, sushi, dumplings, noodles, pizza, gourmet burgers, paella, pestos, sausages and biltong. We enjoyed frozen fruit smoothies, fudge (dark chocolate, white chocolate, strawberries and cream, bar one), baked New York cheesecake, paninis with grilled chicken, bacon, feta, avo and spicy red peppers, a prego roll with amazing chorizo, sundried tomatoes, a fried egg and avo. My hubby couldn’t not buy me a bouquet of proteas too. Rye and ciabatta loaves, a wedge of delicious creamy, nutty, tangy cheese, Mediterranean olives, pates, humus were bought for home - all for a late, long family picnic-style lunch that lingered on for hours and hours. It was the first time, since our wedding, that my whole family had been together - we listened and laughed and shared stories - my medical doctor brother's hospital experiences and wild camping, ocean cliff jumping adventures, my parents on their three months of USA travelling, family, friends and fun, my sisters and their humour, my hubby and I on married life and university wonders and woes. Finally home, one bubble bath with candles and soft pyjamas later, we are watching movies while munching on chocolate covered donuts, peanut butter filled M&Ms, cupcakes baked by our neighbours, gummies and popcorn – simple junk food happiness.
