farang=foreign

Today I made what I thought was going to be a thoroughly romantic trip to the local food market.

Wandering through the Soi, I perused the spreads of exotic food, fruits and garden gnomes, purchasing the most colourful dishes that looked as though they we're straight out of a David Thompson cook book. Flying home on the motorbike, I felt very much like a local, waving to my friends who man the stalls that run towards our place.

Arriving home I realise I have purchased an incredible beautiful but throughly inedible pork skin curry, which I am convinced is made entirely out of chillies disguised as other foodstuffs. The fresh OJ I purchased, is also a big surprise, tasting a little more like a thick tamarind cooking oil than a juice :(

And so, I have once again been humbled by my moronic 'farang'-ness, and shall be returning to my local tomorrow for Phat Si Ew :)