The Grouchy Gastronome

So on Sunday Middle Sister, Little Sister and her Flat Footed Friend all went to the Richmond Night Market with The Gnome. This despite the fact that F-cubed had a sprained ankle and that I constantly harass him for his weird feet (which may explain why he is all crippled right now actually). Basically, the market comprises two halves: the first is a bunch of bootleg Asian products and the second is a bunch of Asian foods. Some highlights:

I got some meat on a stick (not pictured, although I’m sure you can imagine it) and these really tasty dumplings.

I also bought some of that bagged popcorn…which cost me $4. The kidlets (as I like to call them, being older and wiser and therefore better) mocked my purchase, but when I offered them popcorn they all had some.

Finally I got some furry fruit. And when you peel back the furriness a little fruit egg pops out.

Officially, this fruit is called rambutan and it kind of tastes like a sweeter version of a plum. My one complaint about the night market? What the fuck is with people bringing their dogs somewhere like this? Ok, I guess I can understand if you are actually walking your dog around, but I noticed a lot of people carrying their fucking dogs. First of all, stop making dogs so lazy! Second, how do you justify carrying an animal that has more legs than you? Are these assholes afraid that some of the stall cooks are going to grab the dog when they aren’t looking and fry them up? Because I personally think that would be delicious.