Thursday, April 15
Today we headed to the Khlong Toei
wet market. And, um, if you don't like seeing pictures of butchered
animal parts and/or live animals in somewhat grim circumstances, then you
might wanna skip this post.
Khlong Toei is one of the biggest
markets in Bangkok. The name literally means “Pandan Leaf Canal,”
but you don't smell pandan leaves when you enter—rather, the air is thick with the odor of animal blood, fish, and rotting vegetables.
The
market is big and intense (and it wasn't even as crowded as it
usually is, due to the holiday). It also has an amazing array of
goods. They sell all kinds of fresh fruits, including durian,
pineapple, mangoes, oranges, apples, pears, limes, guava, coconuts,
rambutan, papaya, rose apples, bananas, melons, and dragonfruit.
I took pictures of these exotic fruit called...oranges |
We saw more vegetables than I could name, including bitter melon, cucumber, bok choy, asparagus, many
different varieties of mushrooms, eggplants, tomatoes, cabbage,
longbeans, chilies, and all kinds of different greens and herbs—mostly mint,
dill, and cilantro.
I didn't ask for photo permission, and just surreptitiously took pics on my phone, which I feel a little sheepish about 🐑 |
We
also saw pickled mustard greens and bamboo shoots, and buckets of
fermented crabs and fish—and I have to say, seeing a bunch of fermenting
seafood sitting in giant plastic buckets in 100 degree
heat made me think a little differently about the fermented crab,
fish, and shrimp paste I have eaten on many occasions here without question.
However, I am 100% not going to stop.
The meat and poultry vendors sell all kinds of things, though
mostly derived from chickens and pigs. The chickens are often (dyed?) yellow and
are trussed up on tables, often above cages full of live chickens.
You can buy
seemingly any kind of animal part—the very top 2-inch section of
the chicken wing, chicken hearts and livers, and every cut of pork,
as well as pig stomach, heart, face, ears, tongue and
I-don't-know-what.
Quail or maybe pigeon, frogs |
Tongue |
Large hearts; less familiar parts |
The seafood sections may be the most lively part of the market. As you walk through the stalls, live fish occasionally flop their way out of the display trays onto the cement floor, and the shopkeepers casually walk around to pick them up and toss them back into their flat wet prisons. As you walk past the seafood carts, you also hear the thwack, thwack, thwack sounds of the fish vendors hitting the live fish hard against the counter—to either stun or kill them for a sale.
See the one at the bottom of the picture who made its escape |
We
also saw lots of shrimp, crabs, and clams.
We saw whole preserved fish, as well as filleted fish drying in the sun.
We
also saw many small cages full of chickens, ducks, and geese, which
was a little disturbing—they're crowded very closely together, and, like I
mentioned, the cages are usually set up under displays of slaughtered
birds. I mean, I'm not gonna get all judgey about it, but I did feel
for those creatures.
We also saw live turtles
and frogs for sale.
I schemed a little bit about buying some turtles and freeing them (which is apparently a practice some Thai Buddhists do, as a way of making merit) but didn't follow through.
Anyway, after...well, not that long in the market, we started getting super
overheated. Even though most of the market is covered, it gets hot
under those clustered umbrellas, and we were getting a little bit
heat strokey under our masks. We stopped at a nearby 7-Eleven to pick
up several beverages, and then sat in a small green area outside a
nearby apartment complex to cool down.
By the time we finished
all our drinks, we both needed a restroom, but there were no public
restrooms in sight. And the area was surprisingly devoid of any cafés
or restaurants where we could stop in for something to eat or drink
and use their restroom. I was getting a little antsy—I wanted to
spend more time in the market, but couldn't last much longer.
We took another wander through the market, and I
never thought I'd be so happy to spy this!
We
each paid 5 baht to use the restroom (which I think was a men's
restroom—we saw the women's after we came out, but whatever) and
then felt so much better!
We explored more of the market,
and picked up some jackfruit stuffed with sticky rice, fresh flowers, and
a bundle of pandan leaves.
We also checked out stalls selling fresh eggs, chili paste, big bags of
fried treats, and jars fulls of cookies, candies, and
crackers.
Back at
home, I showed off my bouquet of pandan leaves...
All the
street carts near the house were closed, so we picked up a couple
things for lunch at 7-Eleven. I had a funny lunch of cooked Japanese
sweet potato and an onigiri...
Lunch displayed in front of the flowers I bought at the market |
And Roman had a bowl of
cheese-flavored spicy ramen.
I spent the afternoon working on this blog, and attempted to make a version of the water they used to serve at Pok Pok (and yes, I realize there's something funny about the fact that I am in Thailand trying to recreate something I had in the US that was an American's interpretation of Thai food. But I like the water). They used pandan leaves to flavor it, which gave the water a faint perfume of toasted rice. I don't quite understand the mysteries of the pandan leaf—it is used in lots of desserts here, lending a bright green color and a vanilla-like flavor...but in the Pok Pok water it tastes like toasted rice? I looked up the best (only?) recipe I could find online, then completely disregarded it.
It turned out super strong and a little grassy-tasting, but with the addition of, like, two parts plain water to one part pandan water, it was pretty nice.
In the evening, we walked to the street food carts nearer to Soi Sathon, taking our newly-discovered path through Suan Phlu Park.
We stopped at an eatery we've been wanting to check out for a while.
We both ordered duck with rice, which came with little bowls of broth.
We picked up a couple things from the 7-Eleven—some candy for Roman and a carrot for me, and then we headed home.
When Cindy and I were in Hong Kong i developed a strong aversion to the smell of tea smoked duck. I don't know why but it made me queasy.
ReplyDeleteI don’t think I’ve noticed the smell of tea smoked duck—is that what we had here? Is it tea that makes it so red? I’ve noticed the smell of the duck soup more—there’s a distinctive aroma when you walk by those carts, maybe of five spice? I find it pleasant, though. Looking at some of these pictures when I wrote this post made me smell the market again, which was a lot less pleasant! I wish/don’t wish the blog featured smellovision!
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