I love a good farmer’s market. I frequent them weekly looking to discover my next favorite culinary gem. As much as I enjoy treasure hunts at the Los Angeles markets, it’s the markets of the world that intrigue me. Today’s blog is a visual journey to far away places with strange sounding names… not to mention food you probably wouldn’t consider eating!
Warning: some of the pictures are graphic – please don’t view this before eating unless you are on a diet.
Regardless of this country’s troubled past, beauty abounds. The adventurer who dares to journey the distance to the “land of a million elephants” will be richly rewarded. Oddities of eclectic varieties were the specialty of the day, with not an elephant in sight. Our supper came from this bizarre bazaar… and that alone was too much information for me!”
”fish & bugs” or maybe you prefer “flies with your fish”
kind of gives a new meaning to fly fishin’
“pig’s trotters & brains… global trends in anti-aging food”
“never too young or old to sell your goods”
Next stop: Skuon, a small Cambodian village north of Phnom Penh.
The rural area is sometimes called “spiderville” because of its street vendors selling heaping trays of whole arachnids. A palm-sized species of black tarantula known as “a-ping” is a well-known culinary specialty.
And how does one prepare such a delicacy? Fried with garlic, sugar, salt and other spices until their legs are crispy, silly!
In case your mother never taught you, this is how one eats a tarantula.
* Pick one whose body parts are still intact – dismembered units could be from last week’s production.
* Smell tarantula for freshness – if it smells rancid, it is.
* Drop whole tarantula quickly into your mouth before the brain has a chance to trigger its gag response. Or, do as my Mother does… take small bites while analyzing why you’re eating a tarantula.
If tarantulas’ aren’t your style there are plenty of other tasty choices.
We weren’t as adventuresome to taste the local duck delicacies… this time.
No trip is complete without the opportunity to give back in some small way. We had the pleasure to help a local Cambodian school with their English program, as well as participating the morning ritual of giving sticky rice the monks in Laos.
Even though I got deathly ill at the end of this trip (can’t imagine why), I would do it again. I have learned that while my stomach doesn’t always agree with other cultures, I can accept and appreciate them. Their lifestyles and customs are fascinating to me. I hope they are for you as well.
I have more market pictures and stories to tell, but I will save them for other blog entres. Look forward to experiencing Peru, India & Russia on the next encounter of a clash of culinary cultures.
I wonder why we don’t have
fish massages in California?
….and then, she paused for thought.