… and it’s burn, burn, burn, ring of fire.
October 10th, 2008
Johhny Cash must have been to Padang in Sumatra and eaten Padang food. Then the next day got all inspired to write a song about burning rings of fire. Yesterday I ate Padang food in Padang and boy did I burn, burn, burn. Eating Padang food certainly was interesting. About 10 seconds after I sat down at the restaurant 14 plates of food were thrown down in front of me. Most of the food was swimming in thick chilli paste or baked in a crust of chilli. I tried about nine of the dishes (I kept away from the ones that looked like something – as my dear dad would say – the dog brought up). It wasn’t until I went to pay that I discovered you only pay for the plates you eat (the ones you don’t eat get recycled to another table!). The biggest mistake I made, however, was after I finished my meal I rubbed my eye. I screamed and the entire restaurant looked up at me. Then, while they were all staring at me, I bent over the bowl of water on my table and started frantically scooping water and splashing it into my eye. It may have looked ridiculous, but it did eventually stop me screaming though.
That’s not the only memorable meal I’ve had so far on this trip. In Jogjakarta I had fried frog. It was all chopped up into bits and then battered so I really didn’t have any idea if I was eating the head or the bottom. It tasted like chicken. And in Jakarata I had goldfish. I did feel guilty, though, that some poor little girl would come home to find Goldie and Bubbles missing from the goldfish bowl.
Anyway, gotta go. I need to quickly duck to the loo…
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