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Blanketing opinions that I'll probably regret soon.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
In southeast Asia, I stuff my mouff like you never saw.
When the snakehead fish hit the ponds of Maryland, people freaked out, saying it was going to devour every species in sight and then walk to the next body of water. Fuck that fish. I decapitated his ass and ate him from a plate. How about we train it to walk to the nearest restaurant and climb onto my plate.
Snakehead don't look so tough boiling on a plate. It was the first thing on the table to go.
The papaya is the only fruit around here I can pronounce. Usually, when I ask the question, "What's that fruit?", I get some name that I've never heard of like "Uk Uk" or "Waba Wookie". Fuck all that.
I ate this meal at a shrimp farmer's house (largish shack on stilts). I climbed onto a reed platform with 10 others and we ate with our hands. I like simple farm food --- plate, rice, shrimp, fish, peppers, tea, hands. Nothing else.
Here's the meal being prepared over smoldering coconut husks.
And as always, the women do the hard work of gutting fish.
This was hands down the toughest, most rubbery meat I've eaten. It's a local flightless duck whose flesh is blackish gray. The live bird is usually cramped in some cage out front of the restaurant. Imagine me, both hands clutched around the leg bone, desperately trying to pull off a chunk of meat with my straining teeth and bulging eyes.
Fresh coconut sounds like a good idea, but it sucks ass. The insides of a coconut are slimy and flavorless. Plus, the machete they cut the top off with usually is teeming with microbes that give you the shooting shits for two days. My suggestion: give it to the chickens.
I never knew beef farms were so infested with flies. Every surface was covered with them --- temporarily making white paint into elusive black clouds, hard not to inhale.
I bet you had no idea bananas had penises.
Snakehead don't look so tough boiling on a plate. It was the first thing on the table to go.
The papaya is the only fruit around here I can pronounce. Usually, when I ask the question, "What's that fruit?", I get some name that I've never heard of like "Uk Uk" or "Waba Wookie". Fuck all that.
I ate this meal at a shrimp farmer's house (largish shack on stilts). I climbed onto a reed platform with 10 others and we ate with our hands. I like simple farm food --- plate, rice, shrimp, fish, peppers, tea, hands. Nothing else.
Here's the meal being prepared over smoldering coconut husks.
And as always, the women do the hard work of gutting fish.
This was hands down the toughest, most rubbery meat I've eaten. It's a local flightless duck whose flesh is blackish gray. The live bird is usually cramped in some cage out front of the restaurant. Imagine me, both hands clutched around the leg bone, desperately trying to pull off a chunk of meat with my straining teeth and bulging eyes.
Fresh coconut sounds like a good idea, but it sucks ass. The insides of a coconut are slimy and flavorless. Plus, the machete they cut the top off with usually is teeming with microbes that give you the shooting shits for two days. My suggestion: give it to the chickens.
I never knew beef farms were so infested with flies. Every surface was covered with them --- temporarily making white paint into elusive black clouds, hard not to inhale.
I bet you had no idea bananas had penises.
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your posts keep getting funnier. I show everybody at work and they all are cracking up. You are an celebrity.
take off my link, by the way. please.
take off my link, by the way. please.
Ever seen the show No Reservations with Anthony Bourdain on Travel channel (if not, check it out, great show)? This post totally reminds me of him, travelling to the most remote and indiginous areas of our planet and eating local cuisine, no matter how weird it is, hence the show's title. The man has an iron stomach. Its great entertainment...and so is your blog Lonnie. Nice work.
I'm reading The United States of Arugula: How We Became A Gourmet Nation. Your posts from the front put our country's eating habits to shame in terms of thinking how far we've come in developing sophisticated palates.
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