If you read only one of Bossy’s Favorite Things all year let it be this: open-air markets.
Bossy is lucky that her nearby hometown, the place of her birth and rearing, has an amazing open air market, the oldest in the United States, complete with fish heads, jack rabbit pelts, and raucous vendors of every ethnicity.
Bossy has been shopping at this market since she was a child, back when dinosaurs roamed the earth and Bossy didn’t necessarily see the virtue of wading through fish scales to get to the free Pecorino samples.
But now Bossy sees the market as the perfect antidote to sterile suburban supermarkets, and she finds it as necessary to her well-being as breathing air, especially the smoky air emanating from the fires built in market barrels.
There have been times in Bossy’s adult life when this market has been a part of her daily or weekly routine, but lately Bossy only makes the trip a few times a year to collect ingredients for the Big Ticket Holidays, such as Thanksgiving, Christmas, Hanukkah, and Easter— and yes Bossy is an Equal Opportunity Holiday Celebrator.
Yesterday, Bossy had the good fortune to carpool to this market with Bossy’s friend Martha and Bossy’s mother. Cheese, cumin, sausage, citrus, and four sharpened knives are just a few of the things Bossy came away with– and about shopping at this market? There’s no other place on earth Bossy would rather be called, “hon.”