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My Weekend Market Fails

Happy Monday!

I hope your weekend had been a productive one, spent the way you wanted to spend it.

For us, we’re kinda big on weekend markets, maybe because there are no grumbly, drag-your-feet-when-shopping males in this fam.

Our obvious fave is the Salcedo Saturday Market in Makati, because we like food better than stuff, and also because it’s just a stone’s throw away from daughter Dani’s college, so we browse while we wait to pick her up from Saturday class.  (Actually, Mom and I just make the pick up an excuse to go to Salcedo, I think.)

Anyway, I had wanted to try something different, and because I saw a post on Instagram advertising vegan food galore at the Mandala Park in Mandaluyong during Sundays, I decided it was time to expand our weekend market horizons.  Mind, I am not vegan, but I am willing to try new things, especially as those vegan poutines and psuedo lechons look actually yummy.

Anyway, I was able to wrangle up my crew (who else? Mom and sis.  Dani wanted to sleep in, and then finish her stuff for a convention she was joining. Oh, plus the dogs) early Sunday morning to check it out.

Ad said Good Food Sundays in Mandala Park opens at 9am and closes at 3pm, so I had thought arriving there at 10am would be perfect.  I thought wrong, as it seemed we arrived too early.

Only a few stalls were open at that time, which was a disappointment to my fake-cheese-hungry tummy.  Anyway, it wasn’t all disappointment, because I was able to re-stock on chia seeds, which I got for only PhP80 (around $1.50) for a small jar.  Nice lady told me it was locally sourced, which is why.

It had also begun to get a bit too sunny for 74-yr old mum, so we decided to just go somewhere else.

I drove to the Greenfield Weekend market in Pasig instead, which was the closest weekend market from there

I thought it was a brilliant idea, in fairness to me, but again…

I guess my selective perception had gone to work overtime that day, as I missed the “Sunset” in “Sunday Sunset Fair”.  We arrived to an empty park, obviously, much to my chagrin.  We ended up just brisk walking around the park a few times, to get in some exercise, then calling it a day. At 11am.

So the moral of this story is, hmm… what is the moral of this story?  Sometimes, it pays to be late?

Learn from my life experiences, kiddies.  Learn from my life experiences.


sisterette and Harold

By supernormalgirl

Single, 40-ish mom, travelling this world as any normal, girl-next-door would. Is both positive and negative, yin and yang, good and bad. A forever 'tween. Has a love-hate relationship with food, and food wins most of the time. From Manila, Philippines.

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