I do not remember being called a “Queen”….no, just tried to search my brain files and still can’t think of a time. But this morning I was called “Queen” at least 7 times. Here at my Polanco farmers’ market the vendors call me that when they offer/sell you something. Another vendor went a different direction though – she called me a “Chief”.
On this market trip I also tried a new fruit (for me) – mamey. They let you taste everything here. Maybe eventually I will like mamey. It looks cool though – like an over-sized green almond.
And I am amazed at how these vendors work – totally different from what I saw at the market in Moldova. This morning I braved to buy chicken meat. I asked for one chicken breast (pechuga) and the guy asked me “beef steak”? I said “Yes”, guessing he’d pound it for me or something. Then he asked “4 or 5?” Since I had no idea what he was asking about given he was working on one chicken breast, I said “4”…thinking “the less the better…whatever it is”. He sliced the chicken breast into 4 pieces and pounded each one:)
And the flowers vendors have their little peculiarities too – in addition to the buquet you are buying, which they put together super nicely with lots of additional tiny flowers, they give you another flower as a bonus. I got one yellow rose – I am thinking they give it to you for another room in your house? This is what I’ll think.