Being nearer to a market we don’t usually frequent last Saturday led us to choose to shop there instead of our regular–and delightfully organized and familiar in comparison–market.

Well, as I battled my way around through the crowds, I let boys loose to find something for RLC.

With a mixture of positive anticipation and some concern about what was chosen, I looked into the bag intrigued.

Weird things in tins, and as it turned out, some very disturbing things in a jar. Yes, boys had trawled the Asian grocery shop.

Grilled eel, braised pork with bamboo shoots and sorba noodles were all relatively tasty components of  our lunch, but the pickled tofu in a jar was disturbing to the extreme.
If smellavision existed in this blog, you would be retching at it’s sick smell and squishy, pasty texture. Alright! enough! No more on that and NEVER again. It was deemed immediately as NOT TO BE CONSUMED and went straight to the bin.

On reflection, I suggested that they be a bit more conservative in their selection of weird things in tins and jars. And they totally agreed.