Out: Magnified apples appear and disappear.

Autumn is upon us, which means time to line our bellies in preparation for hibernation. This girl's harsh winter in the barren and bleak lands of Earls Court is an excuse to over indulge  as much as possible. A perfect excuse for a trip to Borough Market where I can tread the pavement of the city farmyard and line my belly store cupboard up with those delicious cold weather essentials.

Rocking up to the Market it feels like you're an extra on a Delia Smith cookery show being directed by Tim Burton. Weird coloured vegetables confuse me, and their shapes are even more curious. Delicious looking Mrs Lovett pies line the counters of some stalls whilst loaves of bread rise out of flower pots and beautiful cheeses drip down the sides of big wooden boards, I can't take it they look so good. Meanwhile as we turn the corners of the market we bump into bizarre cocktail parties every so often  with brusque looking farmers serving glasses of pink prosecco to tourists, restaurant buyers and locals alike, all calculating which stall they will buy from next. My choice would have been the duck rillette sandwich without a doubt, but we were there with a mission. Local and seasonal produce for dinner only thank you very much. So we march onwards and pick up some beautiful mushrooms and figs. Oh and perhaps a little tart for pudding, as this is always seasonable in my book.