Mornings pasar, evenings culinary

In the morning, it was 6 o'clock and the alarm clock rang.

I had set it the night before because our friend Kadek was going to pick us up from the hotel at 7 o'clock. We wanted to go to the market. Here in Amed, there is a local market called Desa Culik. In fact, we were the only ones who did not come from Bali or Indonesia. We reached the market after about 7-10 minutes by car. Kadek couldn't find a parking space anywhere, so he decided to drop us off at the intersection and then look for a parking space. Meanwhile, we went to the market. It looked like many other markets we had seen before. Nevertheless, we looked around and were almost overwhelmed by the overwhelming offer of fruits and vegetables. Rainer wanted to buy a special coconut grater at the market. We only found the right grater when we met Su, the waitress from our hotel. It was made of tin, but we didn't mind. It's a bit more difficult to get stainless steel here.

We saw only Balinese snacks at one stand. With nuts, without nuts, with chocolate or without. The young woman behind the stand had an endless selection. We chose 10 different sweets, paid 1€ and then left. When we ate them at noon, we had already discovered 3-4 favorites. A small snack was delicious in between.

We stayed at the market for about 45 minutes until Kadek picked us up again. We drove around with him for a while until he dropped us off at the hotel again. He told us that the market is open from 2 a.m. until 8/9 a.m. But it is definitely better to buy the fish from the fisherman in Amed itself. All the fish that the fishermen do not sell come here to the market. So there is nothing fresher than fish from the fisherman.

Rainer was a bit disappointed with this market anyway. He said that it wouldn't really be worth it. Either he would buy at the stands in Amed or in Amlapura, where we had already driven with Kadek before.

The rest of the day was again relaxed. I lay on the beach, listened to music and sunbathed. Rainer spent 2.5 hours with Wayan, the masseuse, getting a neck massage. In the pictures above, you can see our two masseuses. The younger one is Wayan, the older one in the dark jacket is Ari. After the massage, there was also a manicure. When Adi offered him a pedicure, he politely declined. He told her that he has a professional at home, namely me. She couldn't really understand podiatry, but Rainer said that she roughly understood what I do for a living.

We also visited the pool bar again. However, not as long as the day before. It was a totally relaxed day that we enjoyed not only mentally.

The culinary delight was still to come. We had ordered a fish basket at Ni Putu at noon. She had recommended it to us a few days ago. She always makes everything fresh anyway, but this would be her highlight. She hadn't promised too much as usual.

There was a soup, the fish basket and a dessert. The soup was a clear fish soup with a shrimp and steamed fish inside. The whole thing was seasoned with chili, ginger and garlic. It was delicious. However, for someone who doesn't like it spicy, it was borderline. There was quite a bit of spice behind it. But in Bali, you eat well and gladly "spicy".

Then came the main course. The fish basket, the highlight. It was a basket filled with 5 different fish dishes. All prepared in a different way. There was traditionally rice, vegetables and an extra bowl with garlic and chili sauce. God, life can be so delicious. It was really a treat. I posted it directly on Facebook and praised Ni Putu to the fullest. I had forgotten about the dessert. That came at the end, of course. I had only expected the fish basket and had already been surprised by the soup. Now the dessert came. My daughter-in-law Swantje's favorite dessert. Dadar Gulung, also a Balinese specialty. I have already told about it in other blog posts. It gives you "spontaneous diabetes".

After this meal, the two of us almost fell into a food coma. So we went to our hotel and went to bed. I think I fell asleep happily and contentedly at about 8:30 p.m.

By now, I believe that gourmet cuisine doesn't come from France, but from Bali.