Grant Allen helps a pair of brothers shop and cook from scratch.
The big black clouds hanging westward over the vicinity of the Avondale market were not going to deter this adventure. The boys were on a mission.
There had been heavy early rain and more was threatening but a break of sunshine saw us arm ourselves with umbrellas and take off.
Finn McAteer, 15, and his younger brother Harper, 8, had been commissioned to help in a story about older kids cooking for the family during the school holidays. Taking them to a market seemed like a good place to start. They could check out what was on offer, and with a little subtle input from the grown-ups, come up with some ideas of things they could cook. And they did.
Avondale Market is unique. It is raw, a true market in the nature of global village markets. It does not pretend to be quasi-European, quaint country, or a farmers' market. Its stallholders are there to supply everything and anything the punters may want. You can get cheap vegetables, great coffee, trash and treasure, a kite, a fake-label watch, a coconut or roast-pork bun, sign a political petition and be entertained by a pan flute or an African drum busker.