Today, D took me on a field trip to a Korean Market. It was fascinating. Produce I've never seen before nestled between mountains of bok choy and sliced scallions. Whole monkfish stared angrily at me while I sympathized with live crabs clawing at their last moments.
An entire aisle was dedicated to rice.
"It's like our cereal aisle," D said.
He was right. Bag after bag of rice crowded the shelves.
Next we perused the seaweed aisle.
"How would you know which one to get?" I asked.
"No idea," D said. "When I made sushi, I just picked one."
I stared at spices, sauces, pastes and kimchee. I wanted to buy it all.
"Good thing we ate before we came here," I said.
"Yeah. Today we were just tourists," he said.
What other culture's marketplace have you had the opportunity to enjoy?
3 years ago