Cooked Salted Duck Eggs
A day with no objectives, naturally, led a friend and I to the local Asian Farmers Super Mart. We took our time browsing the aisles of livers soaking in blood and brightly coloured packets of rice. We were equally short on cash and equally hungry for a tasty, cultural snack. Imagine our child-like glee when our eyes fell upon a package of cooked salted duck eggs. A packet of six individually wrapped eggs and two cans of coconut drink and we were out the door.
We could hardly contain our pride. "We are so culturally open-minded," I would state knowingly as my friend nodded in understanding. "It's not everyone who would be willing to try new foods like this," he said.
We unwrapped them carefully and inspected what we would soon ingest. They look deceptively like hard boiled eggs, but with a sinister green tint. I break the shell and the car is consumed with the smell of death. I bravely take a bite and immediately regret every decision I made in the past ten minutes. It tasted like a soggy foot someone had soaked in salt and then let ferment. With my cat-like reflexes, I reach for my can of coconut drink for refuge. I take a long swig and experience a taste that can only be described as purple. The purple taste complements the foot-salt of the egg to create the flavor of what I'm sure Hitler must taste like.
We left the eggs in the parking lot.
A day with no objectives, naturally, led a friend and I to the local Asian Farmers Super Mart. We took our time browsing the aisles of livers soaking in blood and brightly coloured packets of rice. We were equally short on cash and equally hungry for a tasty, cultural snack. Imagine our child-like glee when our eyes fell upon a package of cooked salted duck eggs. A packet of six individually wrapped eggs and two cans of coconut drink and we were out the door.
We could hardly contain our pride. "We are so culturally open-minded," I would state knowingly as my friend nodded in understanding. "It's not everyone who would be willing to try new foods like this," he said.
We unwrapped them carefully and inspected what we would soon ingest. They look deceptively like hard boiled eggs, but with a sinister green tint. I break the shell and the car is consumed with the smell of death. I bravely take a bite and immediately regret every decision I made in the past ten minutes. It tasted like a soggy foot someone had soaked in salt and then let ferment. With my cat-like reflexes, I reach for my can of coconut drink for refuge. I take a long swig and experience a taste that can only be described as purple. The purple taste complements the foot-salt of the egg to create the flavor of what I'm sure Hitler must taste like.
We left the eggs in the parking lot.
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