My apartment mate spent close to two hours last night in front of her laptop reading the news and ranting about Trump, Sanders, Conway, Pence, and a host of other repulsive low-lifes. When she's in that mood, the atmosphere is tense. Halfway through I headed into the kitchen to fix myself dinner.
It was a dinner which showed better than almost anything else that I am a degenerate, and have the culinary chops to prove it.
It contained oil noodles, fresh ginger, curry paste, benincasa hispida, ghost pepper peanuts, broth, and Spam™.
Hawaiian Chinese meets Thai and Yucateco.
Not that that would be degenerate.
But I am white.
So.
Mom said I should only eat food that has virtuous nutrients and vitamins.
Which almost everything in my Yucateca Thai Saimin was low on.
Thoroughly enjoyable.
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