My saturday ritual to La Rochelle ‘s buoyant market leads me straight to my goat man.
A very proud man whose collection of goat cheese becomes a magnet for the likes of people like me . The queue does not direct you away… au contraire I take my place in the line…while I am waiting I listen to the ongoing conversation and taste the fresh piece of baguette overloaded in an inviting white coat. It is 9am , my mouth only just flushed by strong coffee, I am now indulging in an overwhelming dry and bitter goat gem.
Ahead of me stands a little girl, she is a serious goat cheese predator…her mouth would have been previously flushed by Nesquick ( all the french children drink hot chocolate in the morning, the chocolate mustache is indeed a trademark) .
She is diving eagerly in the dish. “hum…” “Daddy is it for my birthday?” ” are you buying it for my birthday tomorrow?”
This 10 year old is genuinely excited and needs confirmation that the cheese her dad is buying will be used for her day…
Today I had a thought for that little girl gathered with her family around an amazing cheese board…
How different our cultures are. No way would kids here be excited about getting cheese for their birthday … and kids who drink chocolate milk in the morning are the norm?
Je adore goat’s cheese – tis very expensive en Anglengland.
Actually, Sylvie, it’s my birthday quite soon …….
we often have chocolate milk in the morning ..yummy
I am not a big fan of goats cheese but my Teen is. Maybe I would be more of a fan if we had such beautiful Saturday markets selling home produce
i like cheese, okay…
but if there were chocolate drink and a cheese, i will definitely go for the choc drink! nyumss!
Ghosty: how did you get on? I never paid attention to it until I moved to UK
DP: Alright I get the message
70steen: Some areas in England are really deprived of quality markets aren’t they?
Baby: it is a tough call I agree I settle for both I guess!
I forgot to say – really lovely photograph.
DP: I agree, saddly I did not take it.