When you’re in one place for a couple weeks, you eventually develop a routine. With Mitchell around, the idea of wild adventure travelling was pretty much thrown out of the equation. However, I do love cooking when I have the chance to do so. Walking from the house to the Mercado here in Antigua takes about 5 minutes. At first, it can look a little sketchy for your typical North American but for any average Trini, the scenes are typical of those from Chaguanas, San Juan or Central Markets. As a boy growing, I think my love affair for cooking started with my mom sending me to “make market” on a Saturday morning. I loved going to the market to pick out the fruits and veggies, along with all the bartering that has to go for the best price.
Notice in the picture below, you can go to the market to buy anything … including tires. I like markets because you have more wiggle and negotiating room.
Once you get inside the market, that’s where the real business happens. It’s also where you get the real smells of the market … the good and the bad. For most North Americans, the inside of a market can be a bit overwhelming visually and a bit overpowering in the olfactory sense.
With the low cost of human capital in these parts of the world, it also means a lot of convenience in the markets.
Then it was on to get the chicken and pork for the Pepian and Chuchitos. The ladies here will chop and dice the chicken exactly the way you want it. They’ll even skin it for you for 5Q more. (80 cents CDN)
And if you’re thinking about breakfast … you can have all your fruit pre-cut with corn flakes.