Sometimes in Paris the country comes to the city
I popped round to see Chef Marthe yesterday. I mentioned I'd seen an artisanal marche by her Metro Pasteur of purveyors from all over France.
Marthe was busy preparing for her macaron class later on - so organized.
'This comes just 2X a year. Let's go take a look', Marthe suggested.
Tasting everywhere - here from Corsica.
Chef Marthe, who has secrets hidden up her sleeve (remind me to keep a notebook handy to write down all her French expressions!) said this was good pain d'epice but forget the Tourteaux fromager nearby. Really you couldn't find a better person to visit a marche with than Marthe.
We came to a purveyer from the Alpes, M. Sylvian, Chez le Savoyard.
Marthe whispered this viand sechee/dried meat keeps forever and is perfect for the regime/diet.
In a clin d'oeil/wink of an eye, M. Sylvain was slicing us paper-thin tastes with his amazing Swiss Victorinox knife, (you can easily adjust the thickness you want it) and offering the small piece to Marthe.
Who could resist M. Sylvain's charm.
Marthe mentioned Beaufort is a wonderful cheese.
Before we knew it Monsieur S was cutting a hunk for us and going moitie-moitie/ halves. Marthe said in French,
'This man could sell milk to a cow'!
We both walked away with cheese in our bags we'd never planned to buy. c'est la vie
I continued to wander the marche by myself. Don't you love all the red stripes and signs?
Who can never resist someone cooking on the spot. This Breton made me a fresh crepe.
Butter + canelle/cinnamon + sucre. Look how he tamps down the salted Brittany butter in various spots.
Voila - the perfect outdoors snack for a cold wintry day. Later I ate the fromage de Beaufort with pain au cereale from des Gateaux et du Pain + 'Mogador'/passion fruit jam from Christine Ferber-Pierre Herme. Does it get any better than this?