Having
guest come through does a lot to help me
remember what is unusual and different about where I live. After almost eight years here I no longer
blink an eye at many of the sights and sounds around me. But going through the photos visitors leave me
with after their trips stirs my memory for interesting blog post.
Right next
to my house is a great food night market.
Starting at about four in the afternoon all the sellers wheel their
carts into one big open area, they lay down cheap plastic flooring, assemble tables
and places stools beside them. Next they
start to prepare their food. Each cart
has something different there are guys selling the standard bbq kabobs, women
with piles of cold starch noodles that they drench in hot sauce and top with a
few veggies. There is the booth with “everything
on a stick”, from tofu to mushrooms or fried eggs to leafy greens; they all get
a stick pocked through them. The person ordering
chooses what they want on a stick and then can watch them get deep fried in the
hot vat of spicy oil sitting right next to the cart. After a few hours the oil starts to take on a
mixed flavor of all the ingredients that have been soaking in it. Further down you can find another guy selling
full roasted lambs, but if you are not up for that much meat you can stop by
and just grab food from the person selling lamb heads and hooves, or there is
stuffed lung and intestine. All of these
food can be toped off with a glass of honey beer (Uyghur still argue
whether or not it is actually alcoholic) and some freshly cut melon that
has just been shipped in from the country side.
I end up
strolling through this bustling markets several nights a week, but very rarely
to I stop to enjoy its fine cuisine… I guess I have got over the joy of
nibbling on sheep cheek and calling it dinner.
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