“Um…Ummm… Ummmm Good!” Hyper-enthusiasm warning: the Food Ranger is the Bob Ross of Foodies. “The fish eggs are springy and salty!!”
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“Um…Ummm… Ummmm Good!” Hyper-enthusiasm warning: the Food Ranger is the Bob Ross of Foodies. “The fish eggs are springy and salty!!”
But stick around for the “Mr. Roti John Sloppy Burger.” (15:57)
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THE MOST OF IT by Robert Frost
He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
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Beneath the Aegean
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
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Song of Myself
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
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Some of the best street food I’ve had in SE Asia was in Taipei, Taiwan….and, I think because Taiwan is more developed the chance of suffering some illness is less, but it is still Asia. Look for the vendors with lines at their stalls. The line moves quickly and the product remains fresh.
Though I must say that eating piles of really sloppy food, as viewed in this vid, without utensils is a big turn-off for me.
Why eat foreign slop? American food is the best.
Not in Malaysia.
What, no bat soup? Fuget about it.
Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
It’s a bad idea to be watching this at 6:30 in the morning. That guy has an irritating voice and personality. But then, I am not a people person.
Seeing all that slop in what looks like the same sauce makes it all look like something the cat threw up.
Thanks but no thanks.
I love Indian, Thai, and Vietnamese food and I assume that I would love many Malay/Indonesian dishes, but I just cannot listen to these young’uns with their nasal twang. What ever happened to wanting to sound like a man? Oh wait … nvm …
Back when it was relatively safe (50 years ago) I used to visit Mexico. Walk the streets and eat the street food. Even someone’s comment that they had never seen a stray dog or cat in Tijuana while I was eating a street taco didn’t bother me. But then I got it! Food poisoning that is. A Canadian who was staying in the same hotel told me that the local pharmacy will sell you antibiotics without a prescription and told me what to buy. He said that all Canadians who vacation in Mexico begin taking them the day before they fly in.
Too many food borne diseases in Asia for me. If you are old enough you will remember when hepatitas was almost unheard of in the U.S. even though it was common in Asia. Now it is common here too. Wonder how that happened?
Nobody Atall: I’ve been binge watching “Father Knows Best” on Antennae tv. The thing that sticks out the most is when the father or son say “at all.” They both pronounce it as “a tall.” It sounds like the way you spell it.
I got food poisoning three times in my two years in the PI. I think the locals are immune to the cooties. By the third time I got food poisoning, it was a rather mild event in comparison with the first adventure when I become a human waterfall. Poor bastard that had to clean up my hotel bathroom should have been given a DSC and a purple heart.
I was in Hong Kong in about 2002 and after a long night of bars and beer the crew I was with were walking back to the hotel and ran across this street vendor selling long chilis filled with corn meal and deep fried in a wok. It was served to you in a sheet of newspaper. Damn that was good! In the PI, the street vendor selling ice cream is known to be selling “dirty ice cream”. Ask any Pinoy and they will giggle while acknowledging it. Good stuff.