Thursday, September 13, 2012
One of the many things that fills my life with joy is my love of the open market. Every week, I go to my local market, converse with the vendors, and buy my produce for the week. I always leave a happier person than when I arrived. When I told my Brazilian friends about this love of mine, they all insisted that I go to Ceasa, the biggest open market in São Paulo. This market is about an hour from my place on metro and train, and it is only on Saturdays and Sundays until 1pm. It took me a while to get my ass over there because getting out of bed by 9am after a good São Paulo night proves to be quite difficult. However, one early Saturday morning, I finally managed drag myself out of bed and hop on the public transit. And oooohhhh man, was it worth it. Aisle after aisle after aisle of beautiful, cheap fruits and veg. Plus, they had many things that I haven't seen at any other markets or grocery stores, such as anheim chiles and poblanos. It was intoxicating.
Of course looking at the rainbow of produce started my mind racing of dishes to prepare, which of course, made me very hungry. I saw smoke rising and the smell of grilled meat alerted me. I felt like a cartoon character as I followed the scent with my nose. It lead me to this: