My fridge was running out of greens, so we hit Chinatown today. It is my only oasis in New York City. Every times we go back to Thailand, both moms, my mom and mother in law, try to pack our bags with all Thai ingredients for us to bring back to New York. I have to try hard to tell them that we can find almost all ingredients in Chinatown, no need to fill the bags with 20 packs of curry paste or a big bag of preserved salty eggs, and the most important thing is that I don't want to make myself looks dead cute trying to explain to immigration officers what I have in the carry-all is just a snacks. Mom always concerns about our eating.
Vegetable store with extra boxes outside along sidewalk, Mott St.
Living my life in Thailand, I didn't cook, so I had never done a serious market shopping before. Chinatown Manhattan is the first market I learn to shop for cooking. Today I have my places for seafood, where to get fresh fish, which store to go for vegetables, which street to go for exotic fruits in the season.
Chinese Mom and Pop store, Mulberry St.
I am now enjoy every bits of it. Both my mom and my mother in law are great cooks, especially my mom, going to the market for fresh foods every morning is her life that I would never understand before. My mother in law, on the other hand, enjoy cooking for everybody in the house - almost every meals. She is a big fan of healthy eating, and that means cooking at home is the best. Now, I can't wait to go back, wake up early in the morning and hit the market with them. I know that there are still a lot out there I need to catch up with moms when it comes to the market shopping.
Chinese Soaps at all kind, Mulberry St.
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