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Posted by on Jul 23, 2013 in Food, France, Travel | 2 comments

Farmer’s Market a la Française

Farmer’s Market a la Française

I love visiting various local farmer’s markets in France. For a social anthropologist, the French marchés can provide many clues as to what the local culture is like (from demographics to regional delicacies). The marché is not only about shopping for food but also a social event where the locals like to catch up with one another. In fact, my husband’s grandmother used to meet up with her two close friends at a local teahouse after her weekly marché ritual. In our town in Normandy, the marché takes place twice a week — on Monday and Friday mornings — all year long, come rain or shine. The town center is closed to local traffic on those days…I cannot imagine many towns in the US where the town center closes twice a week for a local farmer’s market. Even prior to the recent locavore trend in the States, the French have always eaten what was grown locally and what is in season. While it is harder for me to keep this tradition in the US, I do like the fact that there are more farmer’s markets popping up in New Jersey and that we have a growing awareness of eating locally-grown produce. It is a bit sad though because New Jersey once had a strong farming culture that decreased dramatically in the late ’50s with suburban development.

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Farm-made creams and jams Creams and jams from local farms

Savory crepes or galettes

Savory crepes or galettes

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Mussels, crabs, fish

Mussels, crabs, fish

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Not-so-healthy meat and cold cut specialties from the region

Not-so-healthy meat and cold cut specialties from the region

Yummy Norman cheese

Yummy Norman cheese

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2 Comments

  1. Myla- this brings back such fond memories of our trip to Paris. I really enjoyed our venture to your local farmer’s market where I discovered pont l’eveque cheese. Do you remember me calling it something else and it was the big joke of the trip? I can’t even recall what I called it. Lol!

    Loving all the blogs. Can’t wait to see you.

    • I cannot remember what you called the cheese. It was the year I was pregnant with C so I think my mind was a little mushy at the time. Hope you are having a great summer!

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