hungry rant
Sometimes I sit back and think "hey, maybe I really do like the food in this country." Chicken nuggets, burgers, subs, pizza, apple pie, cinnamon buns, mac & cheese, even manwhich - it's good. I could be happy, right?
Then I watch an episode of No Reservations or stumble across a blog that reviewed a Malaysian restaurant in London, or whatever... and it's like - WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING? There's nothing here that even mildly compares to what I grew up on.
I want hawker stalls, and fish sauce! I want yellow noodles and curry! I want prawns and sea urchin and fish balls! I want the heads of pigs in stew, and roasted rabbits lining my sidewalks. I want fresh mint in with my spicy chilies, I want lemon grass, I want mango! I want red sauces, and yellow sauces, and brown sauces all of which are never the same twice. I want things pickled that resemble shoelaces by the time you're done with them, and then fry them with noodles and serve them in hot broth with a garden full of fresh herbs. I want marrow and limes and roasted rice. I want my fruits to come with spikes and spines. I want things so pungent they're illegal on public transportation. I want pork in 100 ways. I want to pick my chicken, snap it's neck, boil the feathers off, decapitate it, cut it up, fry it, and eat it too! And then I want to pickle it's feet for later. I want eggs from animals other than chickens. I want milk from animals other than cows. I want ICE CREAM from animals other than cows. I want ice cream with chilies in it! I want sweet beans, sour beans, cold beans, and bean paste. I want noodles at 3am outside a train station. I want fresh rolls baked in the sun. I want peppered bugs on skewers, and crunchy steamed vegetables in hanging baskets. I want crabs that fight back, and fish eggs that might hatch. I want more soy in a single dish than my Kroger carries in a year. I WANT REAL FOOD.
::sniffles::
Can I go home yet? I'm tired of McUSA...
Then I watch an episode of No Reservations or stumble across a blog that reviewed a Malaysian restaurant in London, or whatever... and it's like - WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING? There's nothing here that even mildly compares to what I grew up on.
I want hawker stalls, and fish sauce! I want yellow noodles and curry! I want prawns and sea urchin and fish balls! I want the heads of pigs in stew, and roasted rabbits lining my sidewalks. I want fresh mint in with my spicy chilies, I want lemon grass, I want mango! I want red sauces, and yellow sauces, and brown sauces all of which are never the same twice. I want things pickled that resemble shoelaces by the time you're done with them, and then fry them with noodles and serve them in hot broth with a garden full of fresh herbs. I want marrow and limes and roasted rice. I want my fruits to come with spikes and spines. I want things so pungent they're illegal on public transportation. I want pork in 100 ways. I want to pick my chicken, snap it's neck, boil the feathers off, decapitate it, cut it up, fry it, and eat it too! And then I want to pickle it's feet for later. I want eggs from animals other than chickens. I want milk from animals other than cows. I want ICE CREAM from animals other than cows. I want ice cream with chilies in it! I want sweet beans, sour beans, cold beans, and bean paste. I want noodles at 3am outside a train station. I want fresh rolls baked in the sun. I want peppered bugs on skewers, and crunchy steamed vegetables in hanging baskets. I want crabs that fight back, and fish eggs that might hatch. I want more soy in a single dish than my Kroger carries in a year. I WANT REAL FOOD.
::sniffles::
Can I go home yet? I'm tired of McUSA...