HUNGER – on location with The Serpent Gift film

There’s nothing quite like a fish-on-a-stick for breakfast at the Saturday APLAVAKA farmers market in Prague, especially if you’re a mackerel fan.

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There’s plenty of other prepared foods to stir your post-Soviet soul, like good old patriotic sausage and cheese cones. Except that’s an Austrian flag invading Czech territory.

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Is it true that the Czech Republic’s economy relies on everyone eating their body weight in sausages once a week…

…with a few pounds of hearty bread?

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You might be surprised at the number of people gulping down Czech beer and wine at 9:00 a.m. or then again, you just might want to wash down your own feast with a few liters of Cannabis Apple Cider.* * * * * * * * * *

Some vendor stalls are conspicuously Western tourist-free zones like the one offering peppers stuffed with sauerkraut in bright plastic buckets.

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Being a brainwashed Californian, I was attracted to fresh and local items rather than prepared and local items. September is mushroom season and I bought dirty ripe  PORCINI’s to rival those in Italy.

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Must just have a peek at my pedometer readout before I cook this hand-crafted saffron pasta to go with my mushrooms.

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Now for basics. These gorgeous black plums are everywhere and make perfect jam or compote.

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There’s organic eggs with fat orange yolks!

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Nothing could stop me from joining the longest queue in the market for a trio of  verdant pestos spread on charred toast. From left to right: Cilantro, Basil, Nettle.

The nettle pesto was far and away the best…

…so I will be giving it out as gifts to daring eaters.

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At the same market Crafts were abundant at remarkably inexpensive prices. I wanted a carved wooden bowl but that meant I’d have to jettison all the jars of pesto I just bought.

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 I settled on an artisan boiled wool hat and matching scarf for my daughter.

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At the end of the market we stopped to listen to Renaissance consort music…

then waved good bye to the begging swans on our way home to a sumptuous Saturday lunch…and a flight back to Los Angeles.

fin

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