Today Walt got shanghaied into a shopping expedition with Agent 78, who, it can now be revealed, is Mrs. Walt. Equipped with reuseable bags and styrofoam coolers, we forayed into one of the Big City's three Chinatowns, in search of "home food".
I have never browsed in a Chinese supermarket or grocery store without coming on at least one "food" which I don't recognize, have never heard of, and will probably never eat...at least, not knowingly.
We passed by the fresh beef tripe and pork spleens en route to the corner in which the live fish are sold. There I saw a sign which made me wish I'd remembered my camera. It advertised a tankful of "big head crap". Not kidding. We bought a tilapia instead.
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