Our market - Psaa Dowm Tgo
One thing I love about tropical countries is the open markets. This is the market near us that most of the khmers in our area go to for nearly everything. As you can see, it is just a walkway between buildings and then opens up a little further back. It is always crowded. When it rains, it is a mess!We go primarily for the fresh fruits and vegetables, which they have in abundance. We have also bought brooms and charcoal (khmer style) there along with some pants. They are all very kind. Only one other time have I seen foreigners in there. We usually go at least once a week. I have not yet bought meat there since we used to go after chapel time (9:15 or so) and I wasn't sure how long the meat has been
there. But recently I have been going before chapel so maybe we'll try some. In fact, yesterday when I went, you could pick out the live chicken (feet were tied so couldn't get away) and they would kill it, pluck it, and get it all ready for you. You know those are fresh!!!The 3rd picture is a lady selling fish. Almost all of the fish are live and they 'fix' them for you. This particular fish was quite large (like a large catfish) and she kept smacking it in the head but it wouldn't die; instead it would slither off the chopping block. It really made her work!
I don't know if you can tell in the pictures, but these women sit, all curled up, all day long. I
wouldn't be able to stand up again if I did that!Rebekah is looking at some vegetables in the last picture. We'll give you a tour when you come visit!
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I remember as a kid we would have our own chickens to gather eggs from (and sell some) and to dress others (always seemed like it ought to be undress). Mother would catch the chicken, ring the head off and and let it then flop around and walk around headless until it flopped over. She would let the blood drain and then she would put it down in scalding hot water so we could pluck its feathers all off more easily. Then would come the part where she would cut it up and remove the inside parts we were not going to keep (crop or craw (food storage sac), intestines, etc.) from the inside parts we were going to keep i.e. gizzard (contained small gravel & oyster shell that we fed so the chicken could grind the food [you know they don't have teeth]), liver and heart. Then she would cut it up so there would be the neck, thighs, wings, drumsticks, breasts, back and what she called the Pope's Nose (just above the rear end). Those were the good old days! Now we buy just the parts we want already all cut up and ready to cook.
Who is the person with the shirt that says on the back something in English about "Know." That is a good picture of Rebekah. Looks like she just fits in with all the rest of females. The house warming (earlier) looked like some kind of Royal event. Wish I could have seen it all in person. Just remember to cook the meat you eat thoroughly and wash the vegetables, as I am sure you do.
Did Rich get to watch the Super Bowl game. It was good! We just finished yesterday with Super Tuesday Primary elections. Love you guys, Bob (and Carol)