On Sunday, every open-air market (marché) in France apparently has a chicken rotisserie truck. Our first ever rotisserie chicken in France was several years ago, in Normandy. We still occasionally discuss how awesome it was – moist, juicy, succulent. Even better, we also bought the potatoes that had been roasting in the chicken juices (ok, fat) in the bottom tray of the rotisserie. That was a really memorable introduction to Sunday chicken. Our first Sunday in France this year, we went down to the local marché around noon and bought a roast chicken and all the (raw) fixings needed for a chicken dinner.
Our first chicken this year was also delicious, though we did our own potatoes. We vowed that Sunday Chicken would be a weekly celebration of the delicious French birds.
Last Sunday, however, we were moving between rentals, so no chicken… 😩
Today we were determined to have chicken. As J dawdled around doing this and that, M said, “We have to get going or there won’t be any chickens!” We got to the small marché in Crozon and were alarmed to not see a rotisserie. Maybe every town doesn’t have Sunday chicken? But then we saw them – several spits of plump, juicy chickens. After waiting in line, we asked for one. “Sorry, they have all been reserved for one o’clock,” said the vendor. Uh-oh, now what? Then the lightbulb went off – we’ll go to the other largish town in the area (35 minutes away). J checked the internet (where there is, of course, a website specifically for finding the marchés near you) and made sure there was one there on Sundays. We drove there, found a parking place a bit of a way away, walked briskly back. (Those people down there in front of us – they’re going to buy the last chicken!)
But wait – there’s no marché here! Where is it? J checked the website again… oops, that was a pull-down menu, not something actually saying it was open every day.
NO SUNDAY CHICKEN!!!
So we did the best we could…and went home and had omelets.
As a consolation, the views were great as we drove back and forth on our fruitless errand. And downtown Châteaulin was attractive.
8 thoughts on “The Sunday Chicken”
The omelet and veggies look delicious as a consolation dinner…and look what you have to look forward to next Sunday! Reserve now!!!
Thank you for the posts! I feel like I am right there with you. Hopefully now you have the chicken timing down! So glad you are having fun.
Great post 😄
I literally eat half a chicken nearly everyday, so I feel the pain on this chicken quest!!
Looks good. Glad we will be joining you for a Sunday. See you soon.
…. those white ankles just scream tourist!
Just one more proof that you can take the American to France but you can’t make him look French. They keep assuming I, on the other hand, am German…
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