Dirty Dough (Prosperity) Nov25

The string of garlic immediately attracted. Rather beautiful to behold now, lovely as an orchid. How long had it been? Was the last sighting in one of the garages down in Melbourne, the Calabrese Sig. Niccola a few doors down, or Frane’s perhaps in Seaholme? Here you sometimes see purpled baby garlic in small baskets in the markets or provision stores; rarely was it tasted in the local dishes and certainly not the lashings we use in our kitchens. 

         At the Haig in front of Mr. Lim’s, in the flower stall on the other side of the passage, numerous strings were hung close together, holding 4, 5, 6 or more whole bunches, wrapped in blood red netting. Kinda risqué Santa socks sans foot hanging arrow straight. Well, decoration of some form or other, clearly, though doubtless edible too. 

         The Haig is a Chinese market; some of the food stalls in front are Malay & Indian, but the Chinese predominate. Question raised…
         It would be unfair to suggest Chinese, or even diaspora Chinese in these particular locales on the Equator, favour anything over family, clan, homeland; &etc. Perhaps if anything was to come close it was coloured paper, possibly. 

         In Hokkien, and likely Mandarin, Schwan—soft vowel as in arc—was in the costermonger’s translation, “calculation.”  Naturally equalling one and only thing only. 

         The characters for “garlic” and “calculation” were different, though they were articulated precisely the same. 

         Schwan. 

         For the New Year, Mr Lim explained; presumably meaning the international—CNY was not until early February. 

         The flower seller was preparing for the early birds. 

         Nothing was more dirty than money, the Montenegrins held — because of course all the grasping hands.