These days, I don’t often get my groceries from the wet market. However, when I do, those visits tend to serve as jolting reminders of where my food originates from.
When one walks through the meat aisles in a supermarket, one sees organized rows of packaged cut meats (with a calm music at the background). In contrast, a similar experience in a wet market would involve loud thuds, cracks and strong stench reaching one’s senses. Such ‘gory’ scenes would have been normal for our ancestors. Not for us. We forget that, in order to get the packaged cut meats, somebody would have to butcher those meats up first.
On a side note, I am not a vegetarian. And, the egg shot is just a bonus.
Tekka Market, Singapore