I have concerns that my blog has three main themes: food, Engrish, and market food.
After a few sporty posts, I may have exhausted my flexibility. In Seoul, we stayed near the eastern train station, well away from tourists. Much closer to octopus.
It is called Chyeongnyangnyi, which is much easier to say if you're Korean. The frozen market vendors have character!
Out of context, I would have guessed Northern Canadian, for knife-man, below.
Olympic mittens help to demonstrate frozen seafood hugeness.
You can buy fish sauce with your fish. It is mysteriously less frozen.
There is lots to buy, such as pink eaglerays.
Various barky rooty products.
It's hard to know which size of cinnamon bark to buy. This depends how much delicious Korean cinnamon juice/sujeongwa you're making.
Korean fiddleheads (which we've never actually seen in food).
When it comes to ginseng, which other Asians come to Korea to buy, you have to carefully choose which kind.
Probably the gnarly dark stuff makes you the smartest, but tastes the worstest.
Don't forget the great big bones and feet.
First time we saw the jaws with teeth. Not sure what they're used for, but they've clearly already been boiled.
The tree fungal chunks were being sold illicitly. We're not sure why, nor how to use them around the house. However, we did buy them made into wine, which will hopefully have mystical properties.
