The charms of the Reading Terminal Market, early morning—
. a basket of fresh eggs, four shades of caffe latte brown
. peppers in handsome ranks, six colors and degrees of hot—long, lean, and wicked, or in their plumpness appearing deceptively mild
. whole shoals of fish laid out on ice, from trout, silver and mountain, to branzino; Spanish mullet to bluefish to cod
. a wondrous bacon and egg pizza at the Mediterranean stall, wood fire burning bright behind
. the attendant at the shrimp bar setting out a hundred tiny paper cups of cocktail sauce
. the creperie preparing its batter
Even Starbuck’s has Mallorcan sweet bread to tempt me.
image: Free range eggs
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