To market, to market, to buy a fat pig, Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.

With the dioxin scandal being so rampant here in Germany I was definitely not going to buy a fat pig, but today being a Saturday is when I usually shop for groceries for most of the working week. As I was walking through the aisles of vegetables filling up my veggie supplies my mind kept wandering back to our vacation time in India and one of my visits with hubby's Mom to a local market or Sante.

It was a pleasure to see rows and rows of vegetables of all types, sizes and colors. Little bunny's standard question would be 'Mama do we get this back in Germany?'

I remember this lady who smiled beautifully as she agreed to have her picture taken. She asked me to try on some of the beautiful glass bangles she had on display along with betel leaves and arecanut.

The sacks of red chillies looked menacingly hot and fierce and the thought of their intense flavours woke me up from my little reverie.