The Farmers' Market in Canberra is brilliant.
Two weekends ago we were treated to one of the coldest and foggiest Saturday mornings this year so far. Everyone resembled the Michelan Man/Woman, scarves wound around neck and heads, shoppers fumbling for money because gloves were in the way. Woolly hats of all colours shapes and form had been dug out of wardrobes and the tourists had decided to give the early start a miss.
There were only the locals and a few die hard visitors. It was Magic.
The hot food outlet was doing a roaring trade and the key item on their menu were these enormous Kransky sausages on rolls with onion and sauce. Having joined the breakfast queue after having done the bulk of my shopping, I seriously contemplated having a Kranksy Roll, however as I waited I noticed one very telling thing about them, only the real 'he' men were buying them.
I suddenly thought a Bacon & Egg Roll looked really good. The sight of so many manly men devouring these long thick juicy red sausages was a bit off putting. Add the sizzling, and the fat dripping from the Kranksies as the staff made the rolls, it was all a little too Phallic and testosterone charged for me at that time on a cold Saturday morning.
Its funny how we worry about how things look. I don't know how long it will take me to build the courage to order a Kransky roll. It seems stupid to miss out on something that probably tastes great, because of what it looks like.
Caving to public opinion is something we all do from time to time. And anyway, isn't more appropriate for a hetrosexual woman to eat a Kransky roll than those he-men who were devouring them?
