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I should know by now never to be surprised.

It doesn't matter how often I see the unusual in the kitchen, really, I should just shut up and expect it. I should not yell out like a squeamish schoolgirl at the sight of the things I find beside my Cornflakes and Vegemite. (No, I don't put Vegemite on my Cornflakes.)

Speaking of Vegemite. DarLek quite likes it, as do her family. I think there is an untapped market for this here! As you Non Aussies would agree, it tastes like shit, therefore should fit in just fine with Issan cuisine.

DarLek agrees with me there. A few Fridays ago she watched the reaction of a few American/Dutch guys who I gave Vegemite samples too. Judging from their reaction, 90% YUK, (a lone TEXAN liking it, mind you the same guy loves Aussie Rules) she decided Vegemite was the Australian version of the black rotting shitty stuff she still tries to cook with.

Sundays have become a bit of a tradition that I quite like. DarLek's sister and hubby come over on Saturday night, and we spend Sunday together.
DarLek's brother always covers himself in fake tattoos and drinks with me the last of my beer. I don't mind, as it's a change from drinking on my own.

This Sunday, however she and the sister went to BoBay Markets. 600 Baht bought her 4 Soccer Uniforms, 8 Bolts of good quality Batik, 5 school shorts, assorted face masks of the latest Thai Kids Craze, and 3 Barbie doll clones that I have spent the evenings stripping naked, and placing in compromising positions.

But I digress as usual, there I am waddling around the kitchen at 7am half awake with a bowl of Cornflakes, when a plastic container full of murky klong water suddenly erupts, splashing black smelly water all over my Cornflakes!
Shit, it gives me a fright. I squeal like a school girl, and manage to drop my Cornflakes.
The container erupts again, and the kitchenette is full of Issan people rushing in, and the lone confused Aussie backing away.

Breakfast for the rest of the family I learn is a bowl of live eels. I don't stay to see how, in my flat, they are going to kill and prepare this. Maybe they won't, perhaps a breakfast of a bowl of live eels and milk.
I guess I'll never know, as the smell is just a bit strong.

Even you Dutch and Yanks must agree that Vegemite on Cornflakes would taste better than that.



Jimmie Blonde




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