All That English On Eating
It should be “Don’t forget to have your breakfast,” he insisted. Then, two other readers wrote to back me up. One said, “It is perfectly good English, regardless of what the breakfast consists of – pills or otherwise.”
I was staying in a back-packer’s hotel where the rooms were actually small grass huts by the beach. The proprietor was also the cook in his ‘restaurant’– his big grass hut with several tables on the porch, serving as dining tables for guests.
By then, I had heard that some Thai delicacies were made from various parts of jungle animals and insects. No wanting to take my chances, I ordered chicken instead.
Then I ordered my last meal at the hotel, the proprietor insisted that I ‘eat fit’ before I left Thailand.
“Here Thai fit very very good. All ‘farangs’ (foreigners) like eat Thai ‘fit’. I cook chilli ‘fit’ you eat, half plice.”
I thought their meal would be very simple as there was not much one could do to cook creatively with limited resources.
But they were surprisingly resourceful.
They grew spices and vegetables in broken plastic containers or in tiny areas around their living quarters. There was even a bread shop in the camp where fantastic French bread including my favorite croissants were sold.
Several other shops sold homemade Vietnamese cakes and buns, stuffed with green bean paste. They made the foods in small ovens that they built from scrap metals.
By Chong Sheau Ching