Paloma and I make a trip once or twice a week to get our fresh fare. There's something so special about taking a stroll to the market in the fresh air and buying a freshly caught fish from a fishmonger. That is quality of life, my friends!
A few weeks ago Fernando, Paloma, and I partied down to the market on a Friday evening. We're just crazy like that.
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The not-so-prominent sliding doorway to said foodie heaven.
There are maybe 30 to 40 stalls of goodness. I have my favorites now.
Fresh eggs. I don't know why they feel fresher when they have a feather stuck to them sometimes. I guess they feel like they were picked on a farm. I noticed that white eggs are very hard to find.
Whole chickens. Don't look too close if you don't wanna see any heads. It's that farm feeling again. I turn away when they "clean" mine.
The variety of embutidos, or sausages, never ends.
The pig = most loved eaten animal. No part is ever useless! That's the tail you see on the left lower corner.
Pigs' ears and feet. I repeat, let nothing go to waste!
Paloma's a now a pro at waiting patiently for moments at a time.
Cheese, oh glorious cheese.
This one's of cultural interest. Tetilla is a cheese from Galicia, named after it's mammary-like form.
I always go to this fishwife (female fishmonger, according to Wikipedia) for our seafood cravings. She gives me fish recipes when I'm at a loss. Shoot, we're so tight that she doesn't even ask for my ID when I pay with a credit card.
This fish has both eyes on its left side, which is keeping me from trying it.
A classic Spanish white fish, merluza, or hake, pretending to be Jaws.
Langostina and calamares. Ahhh...I can smell the sea.
Hope you enjoyed!
There are maybe 30 to 40 stalls of goodness. I have my favorites now.
Fresh eggs. I don't know why they feel fresher when they have a feather stuck to them sometimes. I guess they feel like they were picked on a farm. I noticed that white eggs are very hard to find.
Whole chickens. Don't look too close if you don't wanna see any heads. It's that farm feeling again. I turn away when they "clean" mine.
The variety of embutidos, or sausages, never ends.
The pig = most loved eaten animal. No part is ever useless! That's the tail you see on the left lower corner.
Pigs' ears and feet. I repeat, let nothing go to waste!
Paloma's a now a pro at waiting patiently for moments at a time.
Cheese, oh glorious cheese.
This one's of cultural interest. Tetilla is a cheese from Galicia, named after it's mammary-like form.
There are bars inside these markets also if you're craving that cup of coffee.
I always go to this fishwife (female fishmonger, according to Wikipedia) for our seafood cravings. She gives me fish recipes when I'm at a loss. Shoot, we're so tight that she doesn't even ask for my ID when I pay with a credit card.
This fish has both eyes on its left side, which is keeping me from trying it.
A classic Spanish white fish, merluza, or hake, pretending to be Jaws.
Langostina and calamares. Ahhh...I can smell the sea.
Hope you enjoyed!
4 comments:
That is pretty cool you can shop at a market like that! How are the prices?
Wow, that is sooo neat! Thanks for sharing.
Really?! on the fishwife thing...wow learned something new! But MONGER is so much cooler=) Welp I say stay away from that two eyeball (same side) fish...and so is that boob shaped cheese any good (so funny)...Jealous of your fresh fruit selection and fresh fish..man I gotta drive to the Japanese market if I want a shot of really fresh fish..enjoy your nights out on the town! now I want seafood! yum
ps. speaking of boob cheese did you read the article about the "innovative" chef cooking w/ breast milk..OYE
hey, it looks like Little Saigon...minus the cheese! actually, it looks better...fresher.
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