I went to market this morning, bought a hundred pesos worth of chicken and two hundred worth of (really thin) steak-grade beef. It was at once scary and refreshing to have to walk to the wet market and look red meat in the proverbial eye in the elusive search for "quality."
I'm trying hard not to relate this experience with women, just so you know.
Bottom line: I want to do this again. Going to the wet market is a good thing, even if you no longer do it with a partner.
*Giving poem a day a rest for a bit. I'll make up for them in a few days.