to market, to market…

A piggy I ain’t but a piggy I bought. Yesterday, I went to one of my favorite markets for ingredients for a dinner party I threw last night (more on that later…). One of the things I love about the place is that that the staff is so personable and friendly. For instance:

I had the butcher wrap a whole pork tenderloin (about seven pounds) and slung it over my shoulders (I hate shopping carts because it slows me down in narrow aisles and I didn’t need a basket) while hitting all the other spots in the market for my other supplies. An older woman working in the produce section smiled at me and said (very self-amusedly), “Excuse me, you’ve got something on your shoulder.”
I replied, “Isn’t it a beauty?”
She said, “I just couldn’t resist the comment… it’s not everyday you see a fine pork loin saddled across a person like that!”
She bid me a good day.Beside my pork loin, my shopping list included:

Gorgonzola Picante
honey
avocados
spinach
mushrooms (various kinds)
lardons
cream cheese
brown sugar
leeks
lemon
Athena melon
large shrimp