A Malaysian Morning Market

When we lived in Malaysia, I would often observe my neighbours going somewhere in the morning. Soon after, I had to visit our nearby market to buy something to cook for lunch and that’s how I discovered the Pasar Pagi phenomenon. Almost each area has its morning market where food and food products are sold. Besides these, you can also shop for dresses and some other things, sometimes. Hawkers and vendors set up their large colourful umbrellas and soon the place is lively.


Many visit their Pasar Pagi for breakfast and to pack something for lunch, maybe. Unlike in India, Malaysians prefer to eat out and it makes sense not to have to cook, do the dishes and whatnot.


Usually, I’ve only seen pork being sold in the morning market. Chicken is often sold and the live ones squawk their heads off as they are hauled off to the guillotine. Fish is frequent. Dried or cooked meat, chicken and fish dishes are sometimes also available.


Fish is always there in plenty.


And there’s enough for the vegetarians too.


Chestnuts and tubers unfamiliar to me.


Bak Choy which I never dare cook as it gets fibrous save when I’ve had it in good places like Ying Jhia.


The gigantic Malaysian bitter gourd which looks nothing like our Karela.


And you know you’re in Malaysia ’cause there’s the pandan leaf.


Dessert comes in many colours and shapes. Not usually as sweet as an Indian sweet tooth would crave.


Flowers for a Chinese home altar. I suppose all religions use flowers for God/gods and most people woo a beloved with a bouquet.


Talking of India, in this market, I saw more Malaysian Indians here than in the one closer to where we lived. This lady is weaving a flower garland to wear in the hair. There’s also Paan (betel leaf), which we love and began to buy and eat at home. She also has packets of betel nut but we would need a betel nut cracker to use those. As you can see, limes are for sacred use to both the Chinese (see picture above) and to Hindus.


Be it the Pasar Malam, or a Pasar Pagi, it’s wise to buy a little pushcart as lugging bags home is not fun if you live at a distance and have to hoof it. KL is very hilly terrain. I had one and miss it-it was very handy.


And, by now, one would be hungry. Head for one of the many restorens and help yourself.


Let’s conclude our stroll with a peek at a shop selling goods for Chinese religious rituals, including a whole lot of fancy stuff for the dear departed.