Saturday at the Public Market…a true Rochester jewel…hidden deeply within the heart of the city. An abundance of fresh, local produce…fruits, vegetables, wines, pastries and woven clothing items lie stacked and cascading over heavy wooden tables and upside down scratched and muddied plastic bins.
Each owner’s booth contains a large and bulky floor heater kept busy pumping out blasting streams of hot air in the attempt to stave off the bitter wind chill. The floor of the entire length of the tented stalls is damp, grey, slippery in places.
At the end of an hour of brisk wind chill, fast trading and loaded up shopping bags…homemade, hot and fresh yeast raised sugar doughnuts await us at the bakery across the street from the fish shed. They are by far the best doughnuts I have ever had.
They melt away on my tongue and the back of my throat, driving away the seafood smell, the wafting forced heater air, reaching the deeper reaches of our chilled innards. Yeast sugared gold…worth all the sniffles and frozen faces.
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