OFFENDING THE ANCESTORS

Yesterday, because it was cold and beastly outside, I stayed in for lunch. Roast duck chunks on fried rice with a little pork fat, and vegetable matter. Pear is vegetable matter, and actually has a nice texture when cooked properly. And I can tell the Nigel Ng and all of his ancestors are totally horrified. Aduh, banget sekali, lah! Oh by the way, chilipaste too.
Triple tablespoonsful, hot sambals, for flavour.
Plus a hefty squeeze citrus.

It was quite delicious, and did not adversely affect my digestive system.
That latter is of critical importance, you know.
After all, we have Texans.

See, the dominant culture in the United States is Anglo-Irish, with the predictable effect on food in this country. Nigel Ng thinks they can still be taught, because he's naturally an optimist with a sunny outlook, but he's wrong. Give up already, dude. It's hopeless.

Indeed, there are other cultures that have contributed to our culinary melting pot. Mexican (bacon-wrapped grilled hot dogs), Chinese (sweet and sour everything), Italian (thoroughly awful college town pizza), and German (Oscar Mayer). But that's minor.

Sadly, lutefisk did not catch on. Ever.
Not even the sandwiches.

Personally, I feel that it can't really be called "fusion" unless it includes lutefisk. It's either just pretentious or peculiar otherwise. And, if cooked by culinary academy graduates, probably mediocre and over-priced. Tattoos cost money after all.

The weather should be semi-passable today. Very minor precipitation if any, and low to mid fifties. So at some poiny I'll head over to Chinatown for the bank, followed by lunch at the regular Tuesday chachanteng, after which a pipe smoked while wandering around.

Maybe laundry in the morning, maybe an executive decision to smell mildly funky.

That mysterious air of mustiness may have been a contributing factor in my lack of a love life for over a decade, but those years have been filled with sambals, pipe tobacco, books, and copious dollops of sambal. Far better for the equilibrium than a hairy situation with another person who would want to reform me and correct my evil ways. And honestly, the stuffed animals don't seem to mind.


Also, there has been tea.

Lots of it.



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