First full day in Taiwan, and I venture down to the Longshan Temple. I’d planned to visit one or two street markets nearby (if I could find them), but it turns out that the warren-like streets around Longshan are rife with markets. I’m not sure if I reached the ones I was specifically looking for, but I definitely passed a lot of fresh vegetables, raw meat hanging from hooks, incense, and temple trinkets made of fake jade, red string, and old Chinese coins.
I spent the better part of the afternoon and evening down walking through endless winding streets stuffed with tables of goods, fruit, and animal parts.
Which means getting to eat street food! Best part of being in a new Asian city.
After lunch somewhere in the vicinity of Longshan Temple, I headed down to see the renown Diahua Street Market and NangXia Night Market.
Nothing like a deep-fried duck head to stir your dinner appetite.
And you thought I was joking.
Farther down was a stupendous line for one small stand. The signs had no pinyin, and I didn’t recognize the characters. Sooo, I hopped into line and figured if there were this many locals lining up for it, it couldn’t be that bad. Right?
Here they are, in all their mysterious, asian-people enticing glory.
Those little orange balls might be fruit. Longan or Lychee or cantaloupe balls. The brown stuff looked suspiciously like meat floss, but I’m willing to put up with a little meat floss for the sake of experimentation.
We inched closer and closer. Then there! Behind the stand! Behold, a sign with English.
Fried Taro paste with preserved egg.
…egg? As in, came out of a chicken’s butt, egg? Preserved in what? Did they brine the yolks like a pickle? But isn’t Taro sweet? So, something pickled, deep fried in sweet dough? Surely not.
Oh, yes.
Yes to all of the above.
They were indeed pickled egg yolks in sweet dough. I took one bite and nearly yakked on the paving stones.
Next up. Sausage. What could go wrong?
Grilled sausage!! Yay! Sign me up!
…That ‘yippee’ just got officially annulled.
Matters were beginning to look dire.
Taro-egg was unpalatable, and I’m not sure which part of intestine-inside-intestine was supposed to be appealing. I usually take a pass on any street market seafood. I prefer my fish not crawling in flies with a hint of potential mercury poisoning. That’s not to say that I haven’t eaten seafood in Asia. I have, and it’s usually very tasty. I’m just choosy about where and when I’ll eat it.
This not being one of those instances, although they were pretty looking.
Also, call me a wimp, but I still don’t like chicken feet. In my defense, none of the foreigner teachers I knew liked them. I think it’s something you have to grow up eating to find delicious.
…What’s left?
I ended up with mochi (Japanese sticky-rice) topped with group peanuts and something black (possibly powdered sesame, possibly cocoa powder) and a crepe with banana inside. I considered buying some barbecued chicken hearts–they’re one of my favorites–but the taro-egg was not agreeing with my stomach, so I opted on hearts for a later time.
Even though tonight wasn’t much of a success, I remembered again why I like street food so much. Usually it comes in small portions, so I can try a lot of different things. Also, I can watch people make the food, which is always fun, especially when it’s food that I’m not familiar with. Add to those two perks that most street food can’t be bought in regular restaurants.
Even with minor setbacks (like pickled eggs), street market food is always a adventure well worth having.
Here’s the nummy mochi. Sorry it wasn’t more photogenic. You’ll have to take my word that it was delicious.