This little piggy went to market!

Last Thursday,I went to a real market. This is what is referred to as a "wet" market. It was a very appropriate name although in it's defense, it wasn't as bad as it was before. My sister needed to purchase some meat and vegetables to prepare home cooked dishes for her grand daughter who is only three. It would not be advisable for the little one to be eating Food from the stalls or restaurant. With the grownups and our strong constitution, we can handle that. Talking about eating out, I only have two more dishes to savor; after that, my eating list (similar to a To Do List) would be complete. First we went to the pork stall. While my sister was putting in her order from the open display on the table, I was trying to shoo away the flies buzzing on the meat. The vendor's wife did look at me strangely. Talking about flies .... I forgot to tell you about the time we drove to Singapore and made a pit stop at Kulaijaya. I was very excited as from the parking lot, we saw "Baskin Robbins" and walking towards it, I was already planning to have a nice mint chocolate cone. The whole shop was glassed in but from the outside, the glass was dotted with black dots .... Thousands of them! They were flies and when one opens the doors, they flew in. Yikes, they were also on the walls inside the shop. In fact, they were everywhere. It is a wonder they did not get into the ice cream containers. There were a few on the headscarf of the server. It was really off-putting. Needless to say, I changed my mind about the cone and had a smoothie instead. I have written to the head office of Baskin Robbins. Let us see if they would reply. Anyway, I digress ... Back to the market ... We next went to buy chicken. It wasn't as bad but there were still some buzzing. My sister then said that she needed to go into the veggies section. The meats were all outdoors. She did suggest that I stay outside. I of course had to ask her why. Her reply was that it smells in there. How bad could veggies smell? Well, it was very bad and it stunk to high heaven. I always thought that if fish smelled bad, it wasn't fresh. To my mind,they must be selling rotting fish. It was wet but not so that one has to lift up one's trouser leg. Thank goodness for our clean and dry supermarkets! I will never complain anymore of the wet mats at winter time or one pesky fly buzzing around in summer! Will tell you about our wonderful reunion in the next blog!