The culinary arts across this world is one of my passions to experience. To a certain extent. I do have my limitations.
My very good friend/personal masseuse/tour guide and Thai Interpreter (of 2 years) was with me shopping at the market (see previous Toilet post for details) suddenly did a double take and an about face while were seeking street food snacks for dinner. "Chjohn!" (my take on Thai engrish for John) "I must have flied animal". It velly, velly goot". So I'm thinking fried shrimp, chicken, pork, blood sucking octopi tentacles, whatever. Totally unprepared for this. The smell was horrendous, and the sight was equally appalling. To top it off, she did not just eat one... oh hell no, she snarfed down a six pack of them crispy critters. They were deep fried cockroaches!!!!! The size of a mature prawn.
Sorry about the blurriness, but as you might well imagine (and please sympathize) with me, I was a bit queasy.
I am forever marred from this event.
The horror.
The smell.
Argh!
I'd rather have eaten an aardvark anus off the commode lid of a Portuguese anchovy boat.
I then strenuously advised she gargle with kerosene before getting close to me.
I used to think she was Hot.
Gotta rethink that one...