Apart from the mini tarts, there is something else where I live that is quite famous in the Klang Valley. Today, I shall talk about the Pasar Pagi Taman Muda (Taman Muda Morning Market).
This pasar has been around since… forever. I remember walking here with mom every weekend as a child. On weekdays she would cycle here, but on weekends she would drag us kids along and we would all walk together. It was a 15 minutes walk one way. Nowadays she still cycles here for her daily grocery shopping, but when I am home from Penang, I would drive her.
I suspect this morning market is quite famous because I have some relatives who would come here once a month to buy things that they normally could not find in the morning markets near their homes. When I say relatives, I mean relatives who live in Serdang, Sungai Long and Petaling Jaya SS2. My aunt from Taiping would make it a point to visit this morning market every morning when she comes for visit. She claimed some of the Perak grown plant items are cheaper and look fresher here compared to what she can get in Taiping! Of course, I have no idea whether this is an exaggeration or not, I have not visited any morning markets in Taiping.
By the way, the mini egg tarts shop is located on this street, right behind me..
This soy milk guy is rich. By rich, I mean very rich. If you are a KL born-and-bred, you might have heard of the Petaling Street soy milk stall uncle who owns a few bungalows, many BMWs and sent all his children to universities overseas. This guy is not that far behind. Basically, the moment he opens for business in the morning, all he does are pour soy milk into glasses/plastic packets and scoop tau fu fah (tofu pudding) into bowls/plastic containers and collect money from customers. There is no need to promote his drinks, the queue will automatically form the moment he start until the moment he sells out, EVERY SINGLE FREAKIN’ DAY! I have no idea why, I’ve tried his soy milk a few times, they taste just like any other soy milk to me.
Originally, the pasar are just stalls lined up on 2 alleys in an L shape. Then more stalls open up on the other side of the longer stretch, facing the main road. More recently, a cluster of newer stalls that failed to get space in the pasar opened up in a nearby open area. This open area is called the new pasar. New pasar and old pasar hawkers are NOT on friendly terms.
My mom prefers to shop in old pasar. I agree with her. The fresh goods sold in old pasar looks nicer than those sold in new pasar.
For my mom, the pasar means these things.. yeah, that’s my mom in the Vegetables photo..
For some people, the pasar also means these things… cheapo shopping opportunities..
For me though, the pasar means war zone.. every time I come with my mom nowadays, it is a session of the most challenging hide and seek game ever..
You see, the routine goes like this:
I drop mom off near the entrance of the market. She will then go in and begin her shopping while I will then spend some time hunting for a parking spot. This is quite a challenge, because there are so many people coming to this market, so all the parking spots close to the market will be occupied, naturally. You will need great determination and even greater luck to be able to secure a parking spot.
When I finally parked my car, I would then make my way into the market and search for my mom among all the stalls…
Sometimes, my mom would make the Difficulty Level of the game higher by going into the shops along the pasar stretch.
When she goes into the shops, it is GG (Good Game, the term uttered by the winner to loser in a game) for me. I would squeeze through the entire length of the pasar, not find her, then turn back and try my luck again.
I imagine she sometimes does this (going into the shops) on purpose. Every time her face would slightly light up when I found her. She would look even happier when the moment I joined her, she was talking to a hawker and the hawker noticed me and said things like: “Wah! Your son ah? So good, accompany mom to the pasar!“. Her level of happiness would peak if when I found her, she was chatting with a friend instead of hawker, and the friend said: “Lucky lah you, your son willing to accompany you to mai choy (buy vegetables)! My kids won’t even bother lah! So crowded here!”
If you have noticed, all my photos are not of very good quality. It was impossible to stand still at one spot to get a nice shot. If you are not buying anything, you will basically be constantly pushed and shoved along. The photos I took were mostly on the go, or when my mom stopped at certain stalls and I stopped with her.
I’m not complaining anyway. If it makes mom happy, I’m glad to play this hide and seek game over and over again 😉