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Merida Slow Food – Some Photos from this Morning

March 6, 2011Inspired, Life in the Yucatan2012, comida, korean food, Lawsons Yucatan, life in Merida, Life in the Yucatan, living in the Yucatan, market, Merida, monique, organic, photos, slow food, sourdough bread, William Lawson, williamlawson, YucatanWilliamLawson

I have already written about the Slow Food market, but I thought I would upload some photos of the food from this mornings visit to the GringoFest that is the Mercado Slow Food in Merida. Lots and lots of familiar faces, from my international artist buddy Katherine to local celebrity Mrs Campos to my new bud Reg. Also some new ones and even the occasional Yucateco (walking around saying “pero que es ESTO?”) among the palefaces. The word needs to get out to the local foodies that this market even exists so they can come and partake of the excellent selection of organic and gourmet items on sale.

Enjoy the photos.

Pure Vanilla Beans available tomorrow at Slow Food Market

October 8, 2010Casual Restaurant CriticMerida, slow food, slow food market, vanilla, vanilla beans, YucatanWilliamLawson

This just in: a friend from Villahermosa contacted me to let me know that tomorrow, at the Slow Food market, her daughter will be selling vanilla; the beans that is.

So all you bakers and good folks who like your vanilla, go and get some at the Slow Food market!

Cheers!

Slow Food in Merida

March 27, 2010Life in the Yucatanel maloso, life in Merida, Merida, not the news, notthenews, organic, slow food, William Lawson, Yucatan, yucatecan foodWilliamLawson

This morning I visited the ‘fresh market’ associated with the so-called slow food movement, right here in Colonia Chuburná, in Merida.

My first impression was that I was back in Lund, BC, at an organic hippie food fair; I expected a sweet waft of pot smoke any minute.

Instead, I found a lot of Merida’s more interesting citizens, mostly furriners, selling everything from Peruvian tamales to Los Dos peanut butter and everything in between. And instead of marijuana, what wafted through hostess Monique’s house was an acrid smoke coming from some close by comal, where someone was roasting chiles. The result was something out of a comedy; everyone, vendors and customers were coughing, throats burning and eyes watering.

After buying far too much (never go shopping hungry especially when there are samples) I headed off to work.

As Arnold said, I’ll be back.