Asparagus, artichokes, iceberg lettuce, feathery carrots, strawberries, kiwi fruits, the last oranges, bread, eggs… with shopping list safely tucked in my pocket, and wheely shopping cart in tow, I’m off to my mercato rionale, the neighborhood market.
Forays always begin with warm smiles widening on my suppliers’ familiar faces, informal chit chat, warm greetings and small talk. The transactions come later. Through this relationship based on everyday contact, locals are raised trusting their purveyors.
My first stop is always Giuliana, the signora that sells me the best mesculun salad ever, broccoletti (broccoli raab), wild spring onions and other seasonal produce grown in her farm located 30 km south of the city. She always throws in an onion, celery rib and carrot in my bag, for mirepoix – it’s a given; and two generous bunches of basil and parsley. For free.
Next, I stop by Massimo, my poultry butcher. He sells free range chickens, brown eggs, and other non red meats. He’s known me since I was 5, when I’d come grocery shopping with my mother.
By now, my carrellino of goods is almost full, so I make my way to Anna, for fruit. Her kiosk is always decorated and stocked with exceptionally fresh seasonal goodies, the sweetest and juiciest fruits around. Here, I always end up buying more than planned.
Before I leave, I can either pick up fresh flowers at Franco’s stall, or, if I get the munchies, grab a slice of pizza sold at the bakery. At night a young crowd runs a beer station.
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