On our last night we thought an ode to Taiwan’s culinary amazingness was appropriate. We armed ourselves with Coco’s pearl teas and made the hike across town to another night food market.
Once again it was packed with local food devotees and their proteges (us) and hundreds of stalls.
We passed on Taiwanese fave stinky tofu which literally smells like vomit, old socks and bread, and said a swift yes to 10 different dumplings. There was pork, prawn, fish, vegetable, pork and prawn, prawn and pork (you get the drift) and it was all delish.
Next we stood in a huge queue to sample this particular market’s crowning glory - deep fried tofu cakes. You can have them with or without egg yolk in the middle, but we voted with and that meant the dense and savory cake was kissed by yolky goodness as they melt in your mouth. mmm…
The last pic shows Moachi balls - glutinous rice balls rolled in a heady mix of cinnamon, peanut and sesame. And while the pic only shows two Moachi, it fails to show our repeat visit because these little delights were addictive.
