Bazaar

Shubra was headed to a “bazaar” where one could buy good vegetables, fish and meat and asked if I’d like to join her. It’s so nice that she is willing to pick me up in her car—as that takes at least 40 minutes off any trip. I got some lovely vegetables that I immediately turned into a dal for lunch—thanks to Shubra’s recipe. She bought a chicken, killed and defeathered right in front of us, and offered me a little bit. Tonight I am cooking it—the first time I’ve watched and eaten. I feel woozy about it, but I also think that if I am going to eat it, I’d better have the reality of how it gets on my plate somewhere a little more readily accessible in my mind. Here's picture of the chicken stall-raised off the ground about 4 feet, the guys sit on the platform. This guy cut the chicken up right there at eye level...with the knife between his toes!