To market, to market

December had me inside, making slow food like stews and yeasty dishes. It also had me looking, sampling, and exploring the great indoors. Indoors as in markets and food halls, those places where you can travel all around the world under one roof.

Over two delightful days, I was in not one, not two, but three food halls. As always, my family was game. We looked, we smelled, we listened and laughed, and we ate; all of our senses were stimulated. As you might imagine, taste was at the top.

We started at a family favorite. It took me wayyyyyyy back with memories of my small hand in that of my Granddaddy’s. There were cleaned greens, oxtails ready to be chopped, and sweet potatoes cubed and ready to be cooked.

We continued with a new food hall. There, we relished the French classics with delicious espresso drinks. My mom, the quiche-making queen, appreciated the Little Tart’s version. Kouign-amanns, a favorite from my study abroad days in Paris decades ago, were top-notch!

We ended the night at Politan Row where the music matched the heat of the food and drinks. We sampled three Indian-Italian versions of the familiar. Nibbling, sipping, and dancing in our seats as we reminisced and rejoiced… what a fantastic time!