this is saturday
This is the bread I bought today at the outdoor market about 20 minutes' walk from my apartment. Or, well, this is some of the bread. The loaf was about three or four times bigger than that before Lindsay and I attacked it, having gotten back from the market. It's farmer bread, which means it's substantial stuff. I imagine some hardy, jolly German farmer in the Middle Ages (if anyone was jolly in the Middle Ages) taking a loaf like this out of his overalls pocket and tearing off a bite while standing in the field he's been plowing, taking a little break, maybe talking to his cows over the fence... It's chewy on the inside and crunchy on the outside (i.e. perfect). Mmm...
And this is the cheese I bought to go with it. Five different kinds in a sort of package deal. I don't know what they are (except for the one in the package, which calls itself Brie), but they also are very delicious.Going to markets is a perfect Saturday thing to do, especially when the weather's as gorgeous as it has been. Someday I'll just give up on not looking touristy and take my camera to the market, so I can share the joy at least visually with all of you. The experience isn't easy to convey, though, because I can't adequately describe the progression of smells as you walk past the bread booth, the olive booth, the bakery, the leather booth, the lady selling herbs, the one selling teas... Like I said, Mmm...
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