T-bone and I arrived one week ago in Thailand, and I figured it was time to get ye ol’ blog up and running. This will be a place for us (and by us, I mean me) to chronicle our adjustment to life in Thailand. I’ll be expounding on a wide array of important topics, including what kind of meat Thailand Ikea uses in its famous “Swedish” meatballs, and how it is that every toilet in our apartment block seems to drain into our bathroom’s bowl. Discussions of my efforts to “get a job’n’get a life” will also likely occur. I will do my utmost to include both frivolity and narcissism in each post.
I’ve been told that pictures are essential to a blog, so here’s a few (taken with our point’n’click – we clearly don’t know how to use the flash) to get us started:
It had been a looong day of setting up our apartment – the sort of thing that takes a lot of time no matter where you are, but somehow takes even longer in a new country. T and I were pretty pleased with ourselves – for the first time, we had ventured to the night market on our street, and bought different parts of our supper from 3 or 4 vendors. The chicken satay, in particular, was looking succulent, the way that only meat that is covered in fat, cooked over charcoal, and displayed in dim lighting can look. We dug in.
And soon discovered that the fat did more than glisten – it enveloped everything. In fact, every single piece of meat was pure fat, unless you count the bone and cartilage running through the centre of each piece. We had purchased five skewers, and in the true spirit of idiocy, tore through every piece, hoping for a different result, but finding only fat. Then we noticed some odd, feather-like bits on the end of each piece: we had purchased five skewers worth of chicken tails. We declared ourselves vegan-curious and left it at that.