Tauragė Vegetable Market | www.junemolloy.com
Food & Drink

Tauragė Vegetable Market

“I think you should drive,” Arūnas said.

“No, no – I’ll walk. It’s just around the corner,” I replied. The weather was sweltering and I had just stepped out of my non-air-conditioned, sauna of a car – I had no desire to get back in. Besides, the market really was just around the corner. I was still on the phone to Arūnas when I got there. It was a four-minute march, tops.

I made my way around the market, fascinated by the quality, freshness and, best of all, price of the vegetables on offer. Most sellers had a similar range of homegrown (and most probably organic) veggies – tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, potatoes, beetroot and a selection of berries, mostly blueberries, redcurrants and gooseberries. The sellers were extremely proud of and enthusiastic about their produce. You could smell the freshness – it was wonderful.

Tauragė Vegetable Market | www.junemolloy.com

Our own greenhouse is not doing great this year, so while we have lots of cucumbers, we have very few tomatoes or peppers yet. My eyes fell on a beautiful bowl of “pink” tomatoes – my favourite kind. They were perfectly ripe and just calling to be eaten. I bought the full bowl without a thought. Then I spotted bunches of beetroots with the leaves still attached. The leaves were firm and green – they had obviously been dug very recently. I took both bunches, plus a large bunch of sage that the grower was practically giving away.

I now had three bags on my arm, but I’m in pretty good shape and reckoned I could carry lots more. Before I knew it, I had bought another two kilos of tomatoes and one and a half kilos of gooseberries, forgetting that I still needed to buy potatoes. I had seen potatoes near the entrance that I wanted to buy – they were the perfect size for salads – so I made my way back there and bought five kilos. The seller also had freshly dug beetroot, and feeling the two bunches I had bought already wouldn’t last long, I bought another five kilos.

For those of you keeping up with the maths, I now had over eighteen kilos of vegetables. I’ll be grand, I thought to myself as I headed back to the car, a satisfied smile on my face.

Tauragė Vegetable Market | www.junemolloy.com

When I hit the street, I realised how much those umbrellas and awnings in the market had been protecting me from the heat. It was BOILING and I now had eighteen kilos of bulky vegetables to cart back to the car. Four-minute march, my eye! I made it across the road before having to take a short break. I made it to the rear of the next building before taking a second break. You see how this is going. Ten minutes later, red-faced and panting, with dig-marks from plastic bags all up my arms, I was fit to collapse. I pushed on, determined to get back to the car and rid myself of these damn vegetables. What had I been thinking?!

I guess the story has a happy ending. I did make it back to the car to deposit my veggies. I then went and stood in the doorway of the nearest supermarket, where the air-conditioning was pumping down. When I finally cooled down, I went to meet Arūnas for lunch.

“I told you to drive,” he said when I recounted my tale.


(Needless to say, I can barely move today. I am, however, very happy with my purchases!)



4 kg


Beetroot with leaves


2.8 kg


Beetroot without leaves


5 kg




5 kg




1.5 kg




100 g




Like what you see? Then please subscribe for updates on my writing, photography & daily life. You can also follow on Facebook and Twitter. You can view more of my wildlife photos here and here.

3 thoughts on “Tauragė Vegetable Market”

  1. This did make me smile but I must remark that you clearly love your husband that your lunch didn’t end up on his head!! I need hardly add that I know you will make every single little scrap of this haul count beautifully as you ever do in your culinary brilliance 😊


Question or comment? I'd love to hear from you!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.