So, this morning, after dropping the sons off at school, I thought that it would be fun to try to become a Bentong auntie and walk around the morning market as it did look interesting when I passed it the last few times.
The market was pretty busy when I arrived. Numerous food stalls lined the street I was walking along. A flower stall caught my eye and made a mental note to stop on my way back. (Love, loveee flowers!!) The first stall I stopped by was crowded with ladies grabbing t-shirts and undies(!!). Have forgotten what the buying frenzy at the morning market is like. Quite fun to watch actually. You have seasoned aunties haggling like pros and the odd uncle who looks rather lost in the midst of excited ladies.
There is a nice variety of food stalls for brekkie to cater to different taste buds – Nasi Lemak, Malay Kuih, Chee Cheong Fun, dumplings, economy fried noodles and other usual brekkie staples. But.…the thing that caught me attention was the Roti Canai stall. It was a simple stall for takeaways only manned by 2 friendly fellas, one expertly tossing and flipping Rotis in the large flat skillet and one handling orders, wrapping the hot-off-the-skillet Rotis with Dhall Curry or Sambal Sardin. It was the aroma wafting from the hot skillet that drew me to this stall, as if hypnotised. Heheh…
As I stood there waiting for my order, I overheard the loud friendly banter of two older uncles complaining about parking summons. I was reminded of how friendly and warm the people in smaller towns are. Something I grew up with but is sorely missing in larger cities where I used to live all my adult life. People are more courteous and helpful over here and there were many times when cars would just stop and let me and my kids cross the road.
Yeah…. I can get used to this. 🙂