This morning, like every Wednesday morning, I rode down to the Les Halles Farmer's Market. Most of the leaves are fallen now. The bare trees revealed a low haze over the Loire river valley, rendering the morning sunlight cold and wintry. Since we've been working on blocking this week and I don't have gloves, my Wednesday morning ride turned into a (much needed!) cold air ice bath for my hands and fingers. Haha!
I'm getting to know my way around here pretty well and now I can't even remember the last time I was lost. I'm also finally building up a rapport with the local farmer's market merchants. They recognize me now and greet me with a more familiar generosity in their eyes. Today, two of my favorite people - mushroom lady and artisan tomato man - weren't there and I almost cried because I look forward to our exchanges so much. I've become quite appreciative of their tiny acts of kindness and their willingness to engage a lonely stranger.
All romance aside, though, the farmer's market is just a great place to practice my french and increase my food vocabulary. I've become quite adventurous lately, asking random people questions about the different vegetables and their favorite preparations. For example, just today I took a chance and bought a quarter of a huge warty looking pumpkin with instructions that involve peeling, boiling, draining, and mashing with milk, cinnamon, and sugar. Doesn't that sound delicious?!?
Amy, It sems that you have passed a few language and cultural landmarks in this past month. Winter bike riding demands gloves. Maybe that would be a good Christmas present.
ReplyDeleteAhaha yes - gloves are on the list! The pumpkin recipe didn't turn out exactly how I thought it would... It's going to take a lot of experimenting (or a recipe) to get that ratio right...
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