I manage to share some light and laughter in at least one realm of my life here in Thailand.
That’s at the 7-11s ( that’s a dairy to you in NZ ) , where I practise my kindergarten Thai on the shop assistants. They most often greet my attempts with a slyish grin. They’re both chuffed that I’m trying, and laughing at me at the same time.
The other day I discovered salted duck eggs, after a fellow teacher tipped me off
After wolfing down my first 4-pack in a day or two, next time I went into a ‘Se-When’ ( 7-11 ) , I asked for ‘bpet’ ( duck ) ‘kai’ ( eggs ). Funny look. Assistant points to duck eggs. I nod vigorously.
‘Chai chai ( yes yes ). Bpet kai?’.
‘Kai bpet,’ she corrects.
So it turns out I’d been asking for ‘duck eggs’, when I should have been asking for ‘eggs duck’.
I’m left to ponder how a NZ shop assistant would handle a request for an ‘egg duck’.
Whatever the case, these things are the business. Bright orange yokes, as you see above, and salted just right.
In a grumpy bid for privacy, I went op-shopping today for curtains.
I live within rolling distance of a river which is a regular fishing and swimming spot for some of the landlord’s whanau. It’s summer Down Under, so school is out, which means they visit regularly, which means I sacrifice some privacy. Continue reading “Beware First Reactions”
For the last year or more, in an attempt to make up for past excesses, I got fastidious about diet.
The excesses are a back-story for another time. Enough to say for now that apart from quaffing way too much, I’d been a smoker for years. So in addition to low-level neurosis, I was below-par physically. The ( even ) older version of me was in for Grim Times.
So when a friend loaned me a copy of T Colin Campbell’s The China Study it lit a spark. The back cover quotes The New York Times’ reaction – to the original study – which it says ” … can be considered the Grand Prix of Epidemiology…”.