One of the things that I love most about living in France is shopping at the outdoor market, and I’m lucky enough to live five steps from one of the best — the thrice-weekly marché at Boulevard Raspail. On Sundays, Tuesdays and Fridays local vendors set up shop and hawk their wares — everything from meat, to fish, to cheese, to fruits, to vegetables. It’s fascinating and educational to watch how the produce changes with the seasons — for example, who knew scallops abounded in the dead of winter?
With the dawning of a new year (and so much more!) I thought it would be fun to embark upon another little Cooking-the-Books project/feature. It’s called A Year in a French Market and in it I’ll document my weekly visits to the market, taking photos and keeping track of what’s on offer and how it changes with the seasons.
So, it’s January. You wouldn’t expect a lot of exciting stuff out there (except for the afore-mentioned Coquilles St-Jacques), but to my surprise I’ve developed my very own cold weather addiction: Oranges. They’re part of the crop of winter citrus that adorns the market right now, the sun birds imported from Mediterranean climes like Spain, Corsica, and southern Italy.