Thursday, November 12, 2015

You Say Tomato, I Say Tomahto

My in-laws flew into town last week for a quick visit. They were hoping to time their stay so they could catch a glimpse of the changing leaves. Luckily for us, they made it with just days to spare. After weeks of leaves floating to the ground here and there, lately, they've begun dropping in earnest. As a matter of fact, the minute we drove Mary and Gene back to the airport on Sunday, every leaf in my yard began channeling its inner Greg Louganis and started swan diving off my trees. We now have piles and piles of leafage everywhere except on the trees themselves.

But while Mary and Gene were in town, we wanted to show them something more than just the foliage. The ladies in the accounting department at Graham's work suggested we check out the Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia. FYI here- despite how it's spelled, it's pronounced "Redding", not "Reading". Don't ask me why- it just is what it is. Anyway, they couldn't say enough good things about how cool this market was and how it was the one place out of town visitors had to see to believe. So we put on our walking shoes, piled everyone in the van and went to check it out.  
The drive in from Jersey turned out to be a cake walk. So much easier than I had envisioned. There's even garage parking provided for you- located literally across the street from Reading Terminal. Make sure to get your ticket validated by a merchant at the market, and it'll only cost you $4 to park. That's a serious bargain, folks!  Here's the first thing I saw when we walked in- these boxes of fresh flowers. For the record, I did not boost the color on this picture to make it more vivid. This is exactly how they looked. Gor-gee-ous.
Then there was this vendor, tucked away in a corner by the front door. It's no secret I'm a superfan of all things fromage, but even so, I had a full brain stall at this particular counter. It looked and smelled like something out of a dream. When I start thinking $24 a pound for cheese is a good idea, you know things have gotten serious.
 They also had case after case of beautiful seafood - oysters, dungeness crab, clams, squid, and salmon. You name it, they had it. Although, you can probably tell by the look on Gene's face, the dungeness crab wasn't what you'd call a bargain. They were asking $15 a pound, in the shell. Not exactly pocket change when you consider, in one sitting, my crew puts away about 4 pounds of crab- each.
 There was also this candy counter with a huge array of truffles, fudge, and cookies. I don't know who Hope is, but if her cookies taste as good as they look, you can count me in.
 Then we walked past this shop - a place with buckets of homemade ice cream. Before I could even warn Gene, the red headed kiddo had already used his uncanny power of persuasion on him.  Somehow, he convinced Gene they both needed a scoop of cookie dough ice cream to keep up their strength while we walked around the market. For a kid who just got busted pulling a fast one, I'd say he doesn't look very contrite.
 Free range chicken, anyone?
 And finally, here is Mary and my boys scoping out the local produce. I'm not gonna lie, some of these fruit and vegetables were crazy expensive, but others were a bargain. It was kinda hit or miss.  Here's the thing, though- look at how incredibly beautiful it all is. If this picture doesn't make you want to eat your vegetables, I'm not sure what will.

 Bottom line? It doesn't really matter if you pronounce it tomato or tomahto, or Redding or Reading. It also makes no difference if you have out of town guests or if it's just a trek with your own crew, this market in Philly is definitely worth the visit.

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