In part because the previous night, I strongly suspect I was fed dog. It's all the same with a good slathering of barbecue sauce.
The kids are not coddled there. That evening, they were given some meat, and they set up their own grill and cooked for themself. Kids miss out on autonomy and responsibility in the West. In a sane world, there would be some kind of healthy middle ground between mind-retarding decadence and grinding poverty.
First night in Kuala Lumpur my Danish back backer girl friend and I bought satay beef and chicken from a street vendor. After midnight. It never occurred to me until I bit into the 'beef' but the taste of dog was so obvious, it filled my nose and made me gag right away. I tossed it away without thinking and bit into the CAT! It was a bloody cat! I never even imagined it possible back then, I was overwhelmed with the taste of cat. This was in 1987.
Is that so? Interesting. At any rate, the kids seemed to enjoy teasing us about it. Every evening at dinner they'd command our attention and go "woof!"
My favorite garment factory reject in Vietnam read "I like dog." https://imgur.com/iEJSTr3
In part because the previous night, I strongly suspect I was fed dog. It's all the same with a good slathering of barbecue sauce.
The kids are not coddled there. That evening, they were given some meat, and they set up their own grill and cooked for themself. Kids miss out on autonomy and responsibility in the West. In a sane world, there would be some kind of healthy middle ground between mind-retarding decadence and grinding poverty.
First night in Kuala Lumpur my Danish back backer girl friend and I bought satay beef and chicken from a street vendor. After midnight. It never occurred to me until I bit into the 'beef' but the taste of dog was so obvious, it filled my nose and made me gag right away. I tossed it away without thinking and bit into the CAT! It was a bloody cat! I never even imagined it possible back then, I was overwhelmed with the taste of cat. This was in 1987.
Is that so? Interesting. At any rate, the kids seemed to enjoy teasing us about it. Every evening at dinner they'd command our attention and go "woof!"