Market Day Sunday, November 02, 2003
Market Day
Another Sunday, and like most Parisian families, I took my ‘pousse mârché’ (shopping cart) and headed off to the local market (LeNoire - Bastille). Paul has agreed to one meal at home each week and I want to make it from the freshest ingredients purchased at one of Paris’ wonderful marches (outdoor market).
My marketing adventure takes me the better part of the morning as I first check out who is there, what looks good and if I haven’t already decided on a menu, find something that strikes my fancy. I’ve been trying to select items that I wouldn’t ordinarily either find in New York or something that I have never made before. So far, we’ve sampled rabbit, a pork roast that was tied up with herbs and spices and looks just like a present when you buy it, a beautiful salmon and “Bresse” chicken (which costs 16.00 Euros a kilo or about $18.00 a pound!). Today, the adventure is going to include a loin of porc, pumpkin soup made with a crème frâiche and a slightly moldy cheese in a crock (the French adore moldy cheese) and some weirdly shaped ‘saucisson’.
The meal was great. We enjoyed the pork roast seasoned with rosemary and I made roasted vegetables (some of which I can only guess at) in olive oil. We drank one of the bottles of Chateau Lynch-Bage that we bought when we were in Bordeaux.We also bought wonderful chocolate from ‘Debauve and Gallais’ to have with our coffee. We then finished with a digestif (poire Eau de Vie).
Just another simple Parisian couple.
My marketing experience underscores the need to work on my French. I know that sometimes the shop keeper slips in a joke - perhaps even at my expense. Today for example, the veggie man tried to sell me lots of every item in his display - even dates which he said were good for growing larger breasts - I just looked down, and he smiled!
1:52:30 PM 
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