Today after work, we set off on a pilgrimage for the famed asian market. Boulder has a couple of asian markets, but they suck as far as asian markets go. I was told that this one was pretty good - just a dozen or so miles out of town on the flats. The flats are depressing to look at, to travel through, to experience culturally.
it looked promising
The place is huge. The produce section gets a C-, but at least they carry Asian vegetables like lotus root, baby bok choy, fresh bamboo shoots, mung bean sprouts. The reason their produce gets a C- is because their onions were almost all rotting. Onions are really difficult produce to destroy. It takes a lot, and somehow they managed. The cauliflower was in pretty poor shape too. However, the roast duck and Chinese BBQ pork (cha tsao) display looked really good.
any chinese person worth their salt should be salivating now
On down the aisles, we realized that this store was practically on par with the chinese grocery stores in So Cal save the miserable produce. They had ice cream mochi of all sorts, lychee sorbet, red bean popsicles, chinese preserved prunes of over 50 varieties, frozen creatures I’ve never eaten, frozen parts I’ve never eaten, whole frozen octopus, masago, tofu sheets (for making excellent vegetarian duck), bbq pork buns, turnip cake, durian, frozen dumplings, green onion pancakes, red bean paste filled rice balls, lychee jello, fresh fried tofu, thousand year eggs, live crab and live lobsters, fresh whole fish, canned kog fu, stinky tofu, a gazillion hot sauces, and more varieties of fish balls than I have ever witnessed in one location. Literally over 40 kinds!
i never knew there could be so many
I had been feeling rather uninspired in the kitchen of late. Chalk it up to having been sick and being depressed over missing two really good weeks of powder. But tonight, things turned around. Tonight, walking with Jeremy, oohing and ahhing at all of the groceries, one of the cons of moving to Boulder disappeared. Not to mention I picked up a frozen packet of shelled and deveined crawdad meat for $9! I must beg Emily for her family’s long-cherish Louisiana crawdad fettucine recipe. They served it at her wedding and I nearly went blind eating it.
Once we got home, we quickly unloaded the groceries and then gave Kaweah a warm water bath outside. It was about 37 degrees, so it wasn’t terribly cold. But Kaweah gets the cuckoos when she’s wet and it’s chill out. She starts to rear her head back and chuff. Except, she hadn’t eaten dinner yet, so we knew she wouldn’t runnoft. Now she’s a clean and tired puffball - yay!
