Cooking the Books is here! Blogging live from Paris!
So, this morning I woke up and puttered about our still-empty apartment (our furniture is scheduled to arrive on Thursday), ate breakfast, wrote some e-mail and didn’t look out the window. Imagine my surprise when I got an e-mail from my husband, saying something about the farmer’s market he ran into when leaving the apartment this morning. I ran downstairs, and sure enough, there was a surprise farmer’s market, five steps from our front door (photo above). I knew our street hosted a market on Fridays and Sundays, but who knew about the sneaky Tuesday market as well?
You know it’s late summer when the squash is cheaper than oxygen. I bought all these courgettes for one euro. I thought I was making the deal of the century, but the elderly farmwife who sold them to me seemed equally delighted to be getting rid of them.
I also bought these peaches, called peche au vin in French, but I know them (I think) as indian peaches. Their stained red color is gorgeous, but I just ate one and it was quite tart. Perhaps they’re better for jam or pie?