As I surmise my childhood hangout, another chain of thought brought me back to the wet market near our house. Every morning it is teeming with activities. The perimeter of the wet market is lined with food stalls and some sort of flea market that sells knick knacks for whatever needs. It range from pottery to sewing kits.
I missed the aroma of food and can still remember the baba stall that sells the mee siam, mee rebus etc. the stall besides it sells deserts (real deserts like cheng tng not the diluted jelly these days). For 20 cents one could indulge in a bowl of tao swan or cheng tng. For 50 cents one can have a plate of mee siam! Then further on there is the peanut pancake stall; kway chap stall; and the yew char kuay stall that don’t seem to stop selling those deep fried yew char kuay. Not forgetting the chai tao kuay either. Real authentic stuff is hard to find despite the glut in food centers. The quality just isn’t there anymore. Sigh. . . .
I heard the wet market has since been torn down and rebuild into 2 stories building. The lower being the food center while the upper floor being the wet market. It will be nice to drop by that area and walk down memory lane one of these days.
