The Wet Market

Ah, yes, the wet market.  Where else can you buy broccoli, apples, and a delicious array of meat chunks and innards? I’m all for sweetbreads, fois gras, and the occassional pork knuckle, but all those things seem a little less elegant when sold by the jin (2/3 of a kilogram – whatever a kilogram is) and flopped on a table next to a pig hoof still attached to its hindquarters. We haven’t purchased meat at the market.  Vendors are seen touching money and meat simultaneously.  I haven’t seen a rubber glove since we arrived. Why does putting meat in a plastic container, wrapping it in plastic wrap, and refridgerating it on a shelf seem so much better?  I guess few people want to see how the sausage is made. * So, why do we go? This bountiful harvest of veggies and fruits is all organic (whatever that means in Taiwan) and about half the cost of the imported stuff at the grocery store.  Also, it’s about the only place I can get enough veggies to make a decent hot pot at home.     Things you can buy at the local wet market: Beautiful flowers Pig chunks Fresh fruits Chicken feet Homemade noodles by weight Ugly shoes   Beautiful Bountiful Veggies. Blurry image of chicken chunks. Vendors aren’t too keen on people taking photos of their stands for some reason. View of the market. Bins of…stuff. Our favorite veggie stand. Tex wildly flails his arms to convey the amount of noodles he wants to purchase. A vendor helps Tex weigh out his noodles for hot pot. View of the market. Tex wields a knife. View from outside the market.   *I know someone who buys their meat at the wet market.  They are still alive at the time of this...