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Grilled Baby Octopus Salad

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Grilled Baby Octopus Salad

Grilled Baby Octopus Salad

Another Saturday. We wind our way up the narrow, steep, twisted stairwell whose inner rooms present architecturally interesting old nooks and crannies lined with richly, dark colored walnut walls.

Floor upon floor, except for the atrium which boasts a broad surround of windows proclaims a continuum of memories creating a magical sort of atmosphere with displays of countless frames featuring assorted memorabilia and prints of performances, past productions at the old Theater.


More than a Philadelphia Institution, the Walnut Street Theatre holds its place in history as the first theater in the United States and shortly to celebrate its 207th Anniversary.  Its place over the course of ten Saturday’s produces a filled lobby with parents and grandparents like me all dropping off children whose lives for the next hour and a half will be broadened learning not only the introductions to acting and its many facets, but also gaining a peek into the richness of traditional culture among the arts, the Theater.


A brisk walk from the Walnut, just off the streets of China Town, sets another Philadelphia Institution, nearly a city block long, The Reading Terminal Market.

A place that bustles with shoppers and eaters alike the market brims on hectic overload like pulsing electric energy crammed between the locals then with tourists appearing simultaneously and fabulously amazed and dazed all at once in this sort of organized pandemonium.

Circling all about noting elevated signs to gather some sense of placement others subtly bump into each other quietly apologizing through the tightly woven maze, or not, as purveyors and counter stands busily engage in serving customers after shouting out current designated numbers among the waiting lines of those seeking from the broad range of provisions. 


Large metal slicers shake loudly while slicing crusty round loaves of Miche, oval sourdough breads and arranged bunches of long baguettes. Stacks of fresh produce line wooden flats and stands in assorted sections, small pastries, chocolates, sweets, fill glass cases in front of white bakery boxes with long rolls of kitchen string, makeshift plywood boards house all sorts of jellies, jams, butters, maple syrup, honey.

Big wooden barrels filled with brines of colored olives snug corners in front with massively broad selections of cheese varieties. Designated stalls separate the bustling domains that in some sections seem to blend together, there is charcuterie too, florists, a General Store, a cookbook stall, a culinary shop, meat butchers, poulterers, and of course, fish mongers. 


This past ten weeks has been a special one, though taking me further away from my usual Phoenixville Farmers Market, providing a whole reunited sense of weekly theater and shopping at Reading Terminal Market, while literally reuniting me to old haunts with many of the very same stalls I more regularly shopped many years ago including the Cookbook Stall long before Barnes and Noble or Borders or Amazon.

The Cookbook Stall was where all the chefs bought their cookbooks. My favorite fish monger at the Reading Terminal hosts a huge white sign across its expanse: EAT FISH LIVE LONG. Yes. That’s it. With no other immediately recognizable name attached and removing any possibility of chaos I ask you, what could be easier to remember?


Strolling along the vastly displayed selections of practically any type of clean, pristine fish at EAT FISH LIVE LONG insures the greatest of difficulty deciding on the weeks selections, well, all except those little extra side ‘must haves’ whereby ‘must have’ or risk suffering mouthwatering cravings for a week before return. My favorite easy choice ‘must have’ this week was the Baby Octopus which I immediately decided would make an excellent Grilled Baby Octopus Salad. It did.

Winding my way up the narrow stairwell on the last class of the session inspired sort of that great feeling one gets after seeing a really great musical. A special time for both grandson, and grandparents, a marvelous production these weeks have been. the Walnut Street Theater. The Reading Terminal Market.

The latter of which you can with little chaos easily find the needed provisions for today’s dish at the Reading Terminal Market.  Go to the stand in the midst of this bustling place with its sort of organized pandemonium and find the big bold sign that says: EAT FISH LIVE LONG.

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