Market day. It is one of those quintessentially French things to go to the market on market day and buy your goodies. So that is what we did today.SO asked “but how about your statement I want to do something every day if we simply do this”. Ah I meant bloggable somethings. A market visit qualifies.
We got up early this morning and we were surrounded by fog. The early start was only a minor must do. After a sleep in from 20.15 the previous evening 7.00 is no longer considered early after the 11 hours sleep. But at least our moods had improved again. After puttering around our little house we strapped on our backpacks and walking shoes and off we went. The village is not very far, about 2km, but it is mostly downhill. Nothing wrong with that, but it means hauling all bought goodies back up too!
We arrived in the village into the busy market. They sell everything, from clothes, to vegetables., from sunglasses to live chickens. It was busy and warm. We walked around the town trying to find our bearings and what we would want. We then sat down and made our buying plan.
First stop the mini supermarket for sauces and a bottle of white wine. Next the vegetable stand for salad ingredients. That what fun it was, the lady kept smiling at our terrible pronunciation and helped us learn some new French words. I have to admit it was a lot of stuff we bought and it was not expensive. Next was the biological specialty butcher A shop we’d discovered on the first day here and wanted to check out. The guy helped us in French for the most part, which we like, but we soon discovered his English is pretty good too. This was important as he told us how to prepare some of the meat he sold us. At least we now were certain we had understood him correctly. Last stop was on the Fish market for mussels. Smaller than we are used to but they looked good.
On our way back up we noticed that we had taken a fair bit. The weight was distributed fairly with SO carrying the extra bag of mussels. Once in we sorted out the stuff and SO made a mean lunch. We had the mussels with some nice bread. Wonderful in the sun on our little terrace and we loved it. As the mussels were small we actually felt that it was more than usual, where really it was less than we usually have. After that it was a case of burb, we are stuffed, I started some blogging, some reading etc and SO did a bit of sunbathing.
We played the old Viking game of Kubb. It was a lot of fun. Very new, but SO had seen it at some stage and had decided to buy it for us. It kept us busy for an hour or so and we are going to play it again as it mean throwing stuff and things not going according to your intention. One of the best things we liked is that it is not clear who the winner is or will be until the end really.
Then my SO BBQ meister got going. He fired up the BBQ that they have here. A completely different contraption to at home, but he got it going. Inf act he got it going very well. We had lovely beef, Duck and sausage coming off that BBQ and with the salad I made it tasted good. Mind you making the salad was not the easiest part. I had no vinegar to make a vinaigrette. I ended up using lemon juice with the oil and a blob of tartare sauce from the supermarket It tasted very nice as the salad had beetroot in it which was kinda sweet. That is the thing when eating here. All of a sudden you realise that at home you have some many conveniences built up over the years that here with only salt and pepper you do go back to basic basics.
Anyway that was today. A day doing nothing more than walking to the market. We loved it. It does mean though that of the four meals we’ve had so far, the two best meals where home made. The two meals outside of the home ahve been good enough at best. So far we have not been impressed by the French kitchen. Score therefore is 2-0, for us. We hope this is going to improve for the French