Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Street Food
I would have never in a decade think that I would miss the smell of street food. Noodles, boiled blood, peanuts, meat of all shapes and sizes on sticks in a broth made of who knows what. It took some time, but now as I walk down the Hutong Street kitchens I want to eat it all. As all the faces stare at me, I stare at their food. What is that? What's in it? I'm oddly unafraid of a lot of things, but street food is still scares the heck out of me.
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Jwo, I've eaten a lot of weird stuff lately, but I may have to draw the line at boiled blood...
Whose blood? And how do they serve it? Sounds sort of like indiana jones and the temple of doom....
Well I will say that the blood grosses me out more than anything. I would never want to eat it. But I see it everywhere and I am ok to look at it now. You're right though - whoes blood?
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