Local shopping...only one tunnel...A year ago in Dubai....

This is the gorgeous rose that Gina picked for me from her Mother's garden.  Her thoughtfulness warmed my heart.
Yesterday morning, anxious to get out for a few minutes, we made our way through a local tunnel to a quaint local grocer.  Saturday morning, a flurry of activity surrounded the store with locals and tourists sipping coffee and eating at the outdoor café.

The local bakery and market are next door to one another, a short distance from our home.
The bakery next door to the grocer was packed with tourists who'd arrived on a small bus, most of which were drooling over one of the most delicious looking bakery displays I've ever seen.  Wanting to ogle the myriad forbidden-to-me delights, we opted to hit the grocery store first to avoid the crowd swarming the bakery.

Would that I could. Oh, how we find comfort and pleasure in such treats!  It's funny that eggs are also sold in this case.
Upon entering the small market, we didn't expect much.  At first it reminded us of the tiny markets we frequented in Belize with limited options meeting our needs.  The further we entered the store, we realized it was "L" shaped with a reasonably complete produce area and fresh meat counter. 

The smells in the bakery were heavenly as well as the sights!
Always preferring to support local businesses we quickly realized we could easily get many of the items we use in this little market with an occasional trip to the larger supermarket in Ribeira Brava.  Other than bottled water, paper and cleaning supplies (which we provide) prices at the little store were comparable to the supermarket.

All we needed were tomatoes, lettuce and cabbage.   The ripe red tomatoes proved to be the most flavorful we've ever had, all locally grown.  The tomatoes we'd purchased in the US were mostly imported from Mexico, pale and flavorless.  These were a rare treat.

The chocolate muffins and those below looked particularly appealing.
Tom grabbed some not-so-healthy snacks for himself (I kept my mouth shut)and shortly we were on our way to check out the bakery, now cleared of the tourists. 

After our "no photos" rules in Morocco, I hesitated when approached the bakery counter tentatively asking if I could take a few photos of the gorgeous confections.  The baker spoke English.  Smiling warmly he inviting me to take all the photos I wanted.  I explained that I was "gluten and sugar free" but, if I hadn't had these restrictions, I'd have been a good regular customer.

Looks as if the tourists arriving before us partook of these delights.
Over and again, much to my surprise Tom prefers "junk" processed and packaged treats to a chemical free freshly baked confection. He says, "It's what I'm used to."

I don't get that.  I didn't buy that "junk" in our old lives.  I'd baked all the treats that I packed into his lunch each day or served on his days off.  In later years, he confessed to stopping at the SuperAmerica (food and fuel) to purchase donuts and bismarcks when I wasn't around, eating them in the car on the way to work. 

Close up of one of the muffins in the above photo.  Yes, I do miss this stuff although my health is a greater priority than my taste buds.
Our family members always called me "the food police."  Why did I do this?  I only wanted them to life long and healthy lives free of the ravages of a poor diet.  In time, I did lighten up.  But, as our children well know, from time to time, I toss out a stern but loving warning about eating "junk." 

Gina stopped to visit after picking spinach from the garden located on our property.  She reminded us to take what we'd like.  Her father tends to it, requiring no time from us at all.  We won't take advantage of this, leaving the bulk of it for his family and of course, offering to pay for anything we take.  In any case, its enjoyable to watch the produce grow over these next months.

Look at the cream filled items on the left.  I couldn't believe Tom didn't want any of these as opposed to processed packaged "junk."
Later in the day, Gina appeared at the door with this beautiful rose she'd plucked from her Mother's garden.  Once again, we've been fortunate to have found yet another kind and generous landlord, overseeing our comfort and pleasure for our entire stay in their properties.

As we sit here now, writing for today, we can hear the Sunday morning mass which is broadcast through loud speakers through the entire village. Perhaps by next weekend, we'll be able to attend the mass.

Tom got a kick of the names of some of the alcohol offered for sale in the well stocked market.
Later in the day, we'll hear the loud music blaring from the speakers on the little white vans that drive through the area selling produce and fresh fish caught early in the morning.  Gina suggested we stand in the road when we hear the sound and the driver will stop when he sees us. 
The spinach that Gina plucked out of the garden in our yard.
I can hardly wait to purchase freshly caught fish!  She explained that negotiating was not typical in Madeira and that prices are reasonable avoiding the necessity of haggling, which neither of us enjoys.

This was everything we purchased after a visit to the local market.  I purchase vanilla and baking soda to make a coconut flour flan for me.  Coconut, almond flour and other nut flours are acceptable for my way of eating, only in moderation.
Still recovering we'll spend another day at home, jumping up every hour or so to enjoy the views, the sights and the sounds of this exquisite island. 

Photo from one year ago, May 25, 2013:

This photo was from the prior date due to lack of photos on that date.
The tan building toward the right was the building in which we'd rented a unit for the 13 days
we spent in Dubai.  It was beautiful, the unit was located on the 47th floor of a 91 story building and was modern with all possible amenities including a pool.  Dubai was interesting to see but, we're not city people.   On a few occasions, we put on our swimsuits heading to the pool, only to last a short time due to the extreme heat.  For details of the story we posted on May 25, 2013, please click here.


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