The little boys and I grabbed groceries at Walmart today. I was wanting some crunchy chow mein noodles to make an Asian salad with but Walmart was out. So when we got done at Walmart, I thought we'd try the one Asian market in our town. By my best guess, it's actually a Vietnamese store so I wasn't sure if they would have chow mein noodles but I have often thought I'd like to stop in and this seemed like a good opportunity to do just that. Definitely made me think of a little Asian shop stall in a place like China or Vietnam. Every shelf was full of noodles and jarred sauces, all sorts of stuff you can't usually get at an American supermarket. Occasionally, there was a can of Dole pineapple or Del Monte peas. Freezers and refrigerator cases stuffed full of shrimp, pork, and tofu plus things like lemongrass and ginger. I didn't even notice the live crabs that were sitting in a cardboard box on the floor by the checkout until we were waiting to pay. We didn't find our chow mein noodles but we did get lunch: ramen-like chicken Pho (just add water), a homemade container that by the American writing on it was supposed to contain pork blood but instead was full of pickled vegetables (carrots and daikon radish, I think), and a homemade red bean paste bun. I am apparently feeling ethnic today since I almost bought plantains at Walmart to do Banan Peze (fried Haitian style plantains).