Monday, January 31, 2011
A year later, I'm still exploring my market.
I used to buy my eggs at the supermarket until I "discovered" the egg vendors. The prices are cheaper and the eggs are fresher. What the heck took me so long?
I met up with Erica at the market last Friday. She wanted to check out the fish. Afterward, we stopped by my egg vendor.
Erica wrote a lovely ODE to the egg and the memories of her Roman nonna feeding her a raw egg "shake" for her merenda (Italian for a mid-afternoon snack).
The eggs marked "Da Bere" (to drink) are the freshest of the fresh. You have to eat them within a short period of time.
The vendor was speaking Italian very quickly, so I missed the explanation regarding how these eggs are different from the others.
She said the eggs come from the Le Marche region.
Their eggs are delicious. I can totally taste the difference between their eggs and the ones I used to buy at the supermarket.
Trionfale is not the closest market to my house but it's worth the schlep.