Wet markets make a world of difference
MY 77-YEAR-OLD mother drew my attention to last Saturday’s commentary by Ms Jessica Lim, ‘Time for wet markets to go’.
Ms Lim has not seen some of the better-run wet markets, such as the ones in Tiong Bahru and Bukit Batok East Avenue 4.
My mother and I do the bulk of our weekly grocery shopping at FairPrice Finest and Shop & Save at West Mall, but we visit the two wet markets every month to get items which we either cannot find (surprise, surprise) or which cost far more at the supermarkets.
Like Ms Lim, I have seen some of the fresh produce markets in First World countries. However, she should remember that many folk who frequent wet markets here have never been to a First World country. The cleanliness is something we must try to emulate – Tiong Bahru, for example, is much cleaner than it used to be.
But the market smell is also related to the climate. In England, household refuse is collected once a week – something which would be unthinkable here.
My mother’s face lights up whenever we go to Tiong Bahru wet market, where she has shopped regularly for more than 20 years. The market is a half-hour drive from our home in Hume Avenue, but my mother’s happiness alone makes the hour-long round trip worthwhile.
Joanne Tay (Ms)
Since I can’t link ST’s article by Ms Jessica Lim (how typical), I link this by Joanne Tay. Jessica Lim’s remarks came across as snobbish nearly arrogant and smack of a West-Is-Best colonial mindset. I’ve been to many produce markets in the West and while nearly all of them are indeed much drier, to me it was more by dint of their dietary habits. The fact that our local markets are wet should not be the point of contention, rather the cultural and historical even national identity that our local markets possess.
Having to browse lifeless aisles of merchandise and produce, encountering metal trolleys and plastic baskets, to end off with a machine that goes DEET DEET DEET and a faceless employee from China, is a decidedly experience from the friendly banter of a stallkeeper, listening to their brickbats and grouses and enjoying the hustle and bustle of a brisk morning marketing session.
HDB and a certain Grace Fu might lead you to believe that wet markets are subject to market forces and their existence or disappearance is nary to warrant a blip in our radars. Unless you’re content to watch our history pass us by, content with looking back via grey photos pasted on supermarket whitewalls or exhibition halls, then vote with your wallets.
