I'll admit, it wasn't quite what I expected. People bustled in small groups from place to place, rushing past traffic to cross the street and duck into store fronts. Everywhere were specialty shops, Asian groceries, produce bins and pan handlers. The chilly air smelled like coffee & fish stalls, not ammonia but ocean. While grey is always the dominant color in Pittsburgh, these streets were lined with bins of strawberries, eggplants, cabbages & collards thereby lending flashes of color to an otherwise drab scene. I was mesmerized, barely remembering to stay with my class.
This time, instead of being corralled by Chef who tried to keep 20 students in line, I was free to wander into stores with my dad, my son high on his shoulders & my husband at my side. My stepmom pointed to some of her favorite new spots and we enjoyed an unseasonably warm day for March.
One place was an indoor market. Aisles were lined with vendors, though some booths were empty during the slow week. We tried samples of fresh perogies, locally brewed beers, and homemade jams. With our new treats in tow, we were off to the Pennsylvania Macaroni Co. on Penn Ave. It was time to shop for dinner.
First we stopped at the fresh pasta counter, where we picked up linguine that had been made that morning and was busy drying. As I gazed into the fridge full of desserts, Ben noticed ravioli. We got some cheese ones for the picky toddler, plus some spinach & Gorgonzola for the big kids.