I'm going to try real hard to wrap up the Vietnam photos this week. Honestly if I can get all my travel pics edited in less than 2 months then I'm pretty stinkin' happy with myself.
But before I do I have to show one of my favorite things that we did, and that was right before the Liv cooking class Liv and I took, we went to a neighborhood market and were given a tour. It's kinda a makeshift albeit permanent space between a couple buildings covered with tarps and riddled with maze-like pathways. It was morning when we had our tour so the market was in full swing. Motorbikes and bicycles and pedestrians of all shapes and sizes were buzzing around.
First the butcher section. Beef, pork, chicken... and every single part of beef pork and chicken that you can imagine. Yes, we were given samples. It was kinda like Costco in that way.
But not really.
I loved this vendor sitting on top of the counters as she worked and the cutting block in front of her that she was working on.
Then the produce section. Lots of fruits and veggies that I recognized. And lots of fruits and veggies that I didn't recognize.
Then the seafood section. Did I mention it was fresh? At one point a big ol' fish flopped out at our feet.
I love the dichotomy of old versus new in this pic.
This is the egg section of the market. Chicken eggs and duck eggs and lots of others most likely. Raw eggs. Cooked eggs. White eggs and brown eggs. And yes the ever popular balut. If you don't know what that is, I'll let you look that up here. Ummm no. I didn't try any. I'm adventurous. Not that adventurous.
This is the fish-head, larva, unidentifiable-guts, some-veggie-I-don't-recognize vendor. And just to give you the whole picture, the larva were squirming around in those 2 bowls.
The herb section.
Those boots she's wearing mean business!
Then we came to the clam, mollusk, snail, frog (in the green mesh bag) section of the market.
The root department? I don't really know. I'm totally guessing. If you have any idea what this is below, holler.
Who knows... maybe someday we will. A girl can dream, can't she?!