|Latkes, our special Menorah, apple sauce and creme fraiche|
|Hortance inspecting the Thanksgiving feast.|
For the past three years we have celebrated Thanksgiving, Chanukah and Christmas in Paris. My daughter invited her friends and their families to our first Parisian Thanksgiving, thus quickly establishing a 'tradition'. The first year I made a plump roast turkey with all the fixings, the 2nd year everyone was served a lovely stuffed quail with 'Thanksgiving' side dishes; and while the quail was delicious, the disappointment was visible especially among our French friends.
This year we gathered on the Sunday after Thanksgiving. Which meant picking up the more perishable items on Saturday. My poultry guy, Jean Marie told me I could pick up from him at the Marché Maubert in the 6th. We arrived at 9:30am. Jean Marie was late that day, he arrived at 10:45 giving us plenty of time to look around. What a gift that turned out to be!
|Rain or shine - The markets are open and doing business.|
The Marché Maubert is, in fact, the oldest outdoor food market in Paris, dating back to the 15oo's (yes, medieval times) it was originally located on the left bank, by the bridge facing Notre Dame. Now, a few blocks inland from it's original location, the market is situated on lovely Place Maubert and the Boulveard St Germain leads right to it from the hub of the Latin Quarter.
|Friendly Fish man in the shop adjacent to the Marche Maubert|
|Fromager Laurent Dubois has another store in the 15th, though not as nice as this one|
Jean-Marie eventually arrived with my poultry order - but not until I'd run across M. Magnien who grows some pretty extraordinary root vegetables. Including deep red carrots, purple parsnips, black potatoes and my favorite yellow and candy stripe beets. Yes, I went home with some of those too.
|We like a produce man with a sense of humor!|
This year, in deference (defiance?) to custom, I made Turducken. Not the whole stuffed bird done Cajun style, but rather a boneless turkey breast, rolled with duck breast and chicken sausage. It was delicious. Beautiful to look at sliced on the plate and delicious to eat - the Turkey was moist, the duck was pink and the chicken sausage gave depth and spice to the whole. Amazingly enough, I did not take one photo. Not during assembly, or straight out of the oven, not during the slicing, not plated (and it was lovely to look at) or at the table. Nope, not one. There is, however, one photo that Davis took of the (really delicious) pie she made for dessert. Which is how new family traditions, and memories, are started...
|Maple Pecan Pie, a holiday tradition - even in Paris|
|May you always appreciate the old family traditions, and embrace the new!|
Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas!
Metro: Maubert-Mutualité (Line 10)
Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday 7:30am - 2:30pm
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