PLEASE DON'T ADD CHEESE

Apparently Monty Python is NOT timeless. A person born in this century didn't know about the Cheese Shop Sketch. On the other hand, the bookseller was unaware of Labubu. So we're at a standstill. On the bus heading uphill he worried about some Japanese thing of a sickeningly high cuteness quotient that both kids and adults just love -- currently in the back area of the store -- that for the life of him he couldn't remember. I'm of no help there.

I remember when My Neighbor Totoro came out. That was over three decades ago. Join me in feeling ancient. At the bar when I mentioned Monty Python he had said "you're old, man".


I'm not old, I'm just big boned. Okay?


That, of course, is Eric Cartman's response to everything. Anyway, we segued into cheese, this pursuant the angioplasty (血管成形術 'huet gun sing ying sut') of the right leg (右腳 'yau keuk') and it's a good thing Tat Yee wasn't there because to be perfectly frank I have no idea how to explain a peripheral angioplasty of the right lower extremity (右下肢嘅外周血管成形術 'yau haa ji ge ngoi chau hue kun sing jing sut') to his tiddly (醉酒嘅 'jeui jau ge') posterior (後便 'hau pin').

Perhaps by showing him how a pipe cleaner is used, and then explaining that the arteries sometimes are exactly like the interior channel of his pipe and completely gunked up.
Comparing arterial plaque to aged Parmesan would have baffled him.
Too many reference points that don't compute.
Old cheese, for instance.

It's not that Chinese are unfamiliar with cheese entirely. Certainly Hong Kong people know it, on porkchops or pizza. And if they aren't lactose intolerant they take to massive quantities like fish to water; imagine salmon swimming up stream in a procreative frenzy.

While I'm smoking my pipe Tuesday evenings I often see the younger generation carrying pizza boxes from the places just outside the neighborhood.
Sadly, there is no actual pizzeria IN Chinatown.


The place where I had a late lunch today doesn't have anything with cheese. Which is a pity. But I would rather not imagine what they would do with cheese, I've seen what Americans often do with it, and as a Netherlandish American I am horrified and appalled.
My fellow citizens are in that regard a horrid example.
Consumers of factory extrudite.


Somewhere there's a frat boy asking for a ma po tofu and pork fried rice burrito with extra queso. Probably in the Mid West. After a night of beer and drunken snow angels.



Final note: At the intersection where the most popular twenty four hour donut place in SF is located, three emergency medical vehicles are parked. Probably late night coffee and sugar for the crews. I approve wholeheartedly.



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