So there I am, in Highland Mall, walking past the gumball kiosk when I realize that I have a pocket full of change.
Clockwise from the top they are Black Cherry, Thunderbolt, Green Apple, and Super Sour.
Do I really need to tell you what they tasted like?
My housemate, who has obviously been paying attention to what goes through the kitchen, gave me some odd foods for my birthday. The cueritos, or pickled pig skin, are much like pork rinds, but instead of being crispy and salty, they are rubbery and sour.
I still don’t know how to read Korean, but this snack seemed to have corn, maybe seaweed, and definitely salt.
Quite delicious.
Having eaten a pickled daikon, I was pleased to find that the fresh daikon was crisp and flavorful, like a radish-potato-celery.
For a while now I’ve been petitioning to go to Luby’s.
If I were 76 years old, I would eat nothing else.
So I did that thing again, where I bought some weird fish at the MT Supermarket, with the idea that I would be able to research how to eat them later. So I got some "wild lady carp."
As it turns out, this entry is the first time in the entire internet that someone has written the exact phrase "wild lady carp." Julia, who is smarter than me, found a couple mentions of the original Vietnamese name, but I had already committed to just giving them a beer-batter frying as one would with smelt.
The packaging was kinda slap-assed. There was some random seaweed, as well as a completely random minnow species.
After I pulled out all the backbones and all the spines on all the dorsal and pectoral fins, we ended up with about three times as much wild lady carp as we were ever likely to eat.
Julia pointed out that they tasted much like the bottom of a lake.
