Going to market

Pablo and I rode our bikes to market this morning to pick up some snacks for the team.  Bread, fruit, cheese, bananas, yogurt.  We stopped at the bakery to pick up some of those fabulous French baguettes, and here is where the story gets interesting.

We spotted a small, dense, dark, and seed-covered loaf sitting behind the counter.  The story was that this was a traditional Dutch bread made with traditional Dutch grains - - heirloom grains.  Years ago, the EU had mandated consistent grains across Europe, said the baker.  In permitting this non-standard bread, it seems that the bureaucrats in Brussels had made a minor concession to the lowly subjects who sought to keep a small traditional connection to the past.

The loaf was sold unbaked.  I wondered if that was part of the regulation.  (Well, we are technically not selling non-conforming bread, you see, because it is not baked and so it is not bread.)  The baker was kind enough to turn her back on Brussels and bake it for us while we ran off to a cafe.

With that story behind it, and as it was hot from the oven, the bread was, of course, especially good.

It didn't take long for us to plow into this fresh, hot loaf of dark Dutch bread.

We picked up some cheese and other delicacies.

Pablo ok's the cheese.