To Market, To Market, To Buy a Fat Pig (for breakfast for Dave)
We love visiting the colorful morning markets of southeast Asia, but let's be honest, we love sleeping more. But we took advantage of rising at dawn for the daily alms procession to visit Luang Prabang's vibrant morning market.
"We're heading to the morning market. You guys wanna come along?"
A morning market is a cacophony of colors, smells and sounds. In order to enjoy it properly, first you need sustenance. (Note: this advice to "eat first, explore second" holds true even if you are not (1) Dave Meshkov nor (2) Dave Meshkov's travel partner). Luckily for us, the Luang Prabang morning market dished up one of the most delightful breakfasts I've ever had:
These puppies were deeeelish.
We squeezed onto some teeny stools, cozied on up to the table-slash-cooktop, and watched and learned. First, the woman running the stand ladled some sort of rice batter into a hot pan:
A paper-thin layer was extracted using a rolling-pin-type-device:
Then, she plopped a handful of minced pork on top of each sheet of rice paper...
She quickly and deftly wrapped up each little packet of goodness.
Meanwhile, her daughter was whipping up a portion of scrumptious dipping sauce: slighly sweet, slightly spicy, with chopped nuts and slivered crispy fried garlic.
We went back for seconds.
Now that we've been fed, we're ready to hit the market!