Under the temporary canopies inside the Mo market, where the light is dim on a sunny day, a specialist vendor squatted over her single short season product. Rather than peddling a range of common garden vegetables, this type of vendor chooses produce less fundamental to the cuisine, much less visible on a day to day basis. It might a tiny fruit ball with a two day season or a mutated lime. One thing is common - these vendors are going for top dong, playing the rarity ("you won't see these again till next year") card to entice the consumer.
This trick doesn't work on me this particular day. Again, they looked like Chrissy decorations. I did want to know the name though.
"Atiso," she said.
"Artichoke," I guessed, was the translation. But they don't look like the arties I know.