No matter where I travel, I always wind up at the outdoor market. A mixed blessing. It’s thrilling to see local produce so lovingly displayed, like these beauties in Montreal, but it’s often frustrating being without a kitchen in which to prepare such wonderful bounty. Jean-Talon market, a long walk or a quick metro ride from downtown, sits at the northern edge of Montreal’s Little Italy, always a good sign when it comes to food. Jay and I usually visit in autumn when the harvest is in full swing, offering a final triumphant flourish before colder weather sets in. Quebecois fruit and vegetables, artisanal cheeses and sausages, breads, all sorts of things. Smaller indoor shops surround the big lot and serve up patés, terrines and other makings for a wonderful midday meal. One of our favorite vendors is a woman who claims her cheeses come from “happy sheep.” We once asked her if the cuts of lamb in her cooler also came from such sheep. Fortunately her sense of humor was as rich and satisfying as her fromages, several of which contributed to our very happy lunch that day.
Round, round, git around
ReplyDeleteYou get around.
You honestly do, San.
Each day is a little trip with hints of several scrumptious finds...and we relish 'em.
Big enough to serve us, small enough to care,
xox