Looking at how inept I am today around the grocers, it must be surprising to hear that I had been quite the company for my mother as a child, traipsing around wet markets, listening to her getting great bargains over the day’s catch, requesting for the specific concoction of spice blends, all these after having rolled up my pants so it won’t get wet as we walk by the butchers.
I must admit, however, that I wasn’t that big a fan of the wet market. Many mornings on the way to th (...)
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