Tuesday, 15 September 2009

Night Market from the previous night thru' to 15/09/09

Pasar Malam or night market in Malay. There are hundreds of them in full flow all over the country

Fried noodles store.
Notice the woman in the middle wearing a mask, it's quite a common sight in the capital. This is due to the H1N1 or swine flu scare.

Satay as it should be cooked.

Fried white radish cake.
The nearest thing I can relate the texture to is that of frying blanched gnocchi.

Crispy prawn fritters.

They're laid back in Malaysia when it comes to shopping.
It's around half nine by now.

Stall selling Po Piah.
Springrolls served without being deep fried but au naturel. Tremendously yummy, another unique dish that the Chinese Malaysians are proud of.

Fried gram flour twists.

Dragon fruits from local farmers.
The fruits look better than they taste.

Lantern indicating that bubble tea is sold herewith.

Accompanying Mum on her twice weekly trip to the market at 8AM.

Chicken Lady
All the chickens shown are organic and reared by her. We're probably looking at £5 for a fat hen. Those black hens are incredibly expensive, in Britain they're known as the Silky.

Tweezer time.
All birds are sold with their heads and feet intact, the Chinese don't do half-way houses...

...likewise fish.
The above are lantern fish and they're the be all and end all for the Teochew people when it comes to seafood.

We bought this local fish (Goh Ma Soon), not quite sure what the name in English is, but it's an expensive delicacy.

Cocky veg seller taking the mickey out of my camera!

Now, in a Chinese market there is a large amount of pork butchers, you'll need to go to a Muslim one if you prefer beef or mutton (people here laugh at you if you ask for lamb!).

Chinese cuisine is simply incomplete without pork.

By and large everybody found my camera acceptable, this was probably down to the way I dressed and suitably unshaven; they thought I was a Japanese tourist. Markets here are not the sort of places that visitors from other lands would venture into; the smell, the lack of hygiene that Westerners perceive and there's obviously the intrusion that the stallholders are unlikely to embrace.

Locally grown sweetcorn.

Fried doughsticks and wheat buns.

Boy about market.

Butcher having his noodle breakfast.

Sundried anchovies or ikan bilis.

Stocking on joss sticks and joss papers for tomorrow's epic last day of the Hungry Ghost Festival.

Another South Indian lunch, I was supposed to eat with my right hand...but keeping the camera clean took precedent, cutlery please.

Sungei Wang
The most successful shopping centre in Malaysia, it's not the largest nor the poshest, but its turnover is astounding. The name says it all- river money.

Low Yat Plaza
A one stop shop to rival Tokyo's Akihabara.

Otai Burgers.
The word francais is not French but Malay for franchise (a misspelling of nouns borrowed from the English language is a common practice). Otai burger stalls (no restaurants!) have a cult following in the country and I dare say Macs are pissed off with their presence. Otai have taken over the mantle from the older Ramly Burger as the best tasting burgers by the working-class.

Chicken patties; beef's sold out.

All the special burgers are served with eggs.

A paper thin pancake/omelette is created to wrap the burgers with.

This one messy eating sandwich, drips and sogginess comes to mind. It was bloody good despite whatever fears or prejudice I might have!

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