“Okay, I really wanted to get some fine wine and cheese. It’s the last thing on my list”, wondered Remus. “Well, there’s a place on our route home and we can definitely stop at”, replied Haimige, excitedly.
The Marche Atwater, an Art deco building back in 1933, didn’t look so appealing from the outside. A crumpled old building in need, desperately, of a paint job. But once inside, it was a farmers market on steroids—a gastro smorgasbord. There were wine venues, cheese shops, delicate pastry shops, kitchen and cooking supply shops on multiple floors. As well, folks on the outside selling Christmas items. They didn’t know which direction to go first. They spent hours going through as many passageways the shops lead one through. And left with cheese, wine, dates still on the stems, jars of bourbon pears, lamb chops and more. Then a visit to the outside led them to maple syrup vendors and maple crusted almonds. He decided the maple syrup with the dash of cinnamon tasted the best, from the taste testing opportunity. Remus found a vendor who sold fresh dried cranberries and he needed more of those for his carrot cake recipe. He had used the last of his stash on the last cake.
“I got elephant ears for the ride home”, exclaimed an excited Remus. “I’m definitely going to make a trip back here in the Spring especially for the cheese!”
Chapter the eighth
“Look, there’s the Duty Free Shop. We should stop before we cross over the border back into the states”, coaxed Haimige. “We can spend the last of our Canadian money.”
Being a bit smaller than most Duty Free Shops, they didn’t have much to choose from and Remus felt shopped out. So he decided to get a a bottle of Limoncello. The intense pleasure you give me surpasses the gladness of harvest time, even more than when the harvesters gaze upon their ripened grain and when their new wine overflows. Psalm
Janiele Allman Children's Story Writer 