The annual Primo Italiano fest in the "Little Italy" of our neighbourhood has always been about the elusive canolli for me.
The first year we were there, the lady before me in the queue bought the last one. Last year, they were sold out before we got there. This year, determined to taste at least one, we arrived half-an-hour after they opened. Third time lucky!
They were good but not as good as I had imagined them to be - the ones that I make (when I can be bothered) taste better. I think it's also got to do with the thrill-of-the-chase factor - what I can't have is always the best, in my head, until I have it.
The other perk for being early this year was having first dips on the huge selection of beautiful fresh produce for sale.
From this very nice man, we bought a bag of Black Russian tomatoes, a bunch of baby leeks, a head of cauliflower, a bag of peas, a bunch of shallots...
some herbs from his cute "pigeon hole" display...
and a bunch of rhubarb. All for $20!
A harvest-ful day for us (that's Troy, our trusty fat trolley) and our pals!