D: Which do you want for dinner, the taco looking thing with shredded meat or the stir-fry.
J: Hmmmmm, both look good.
D: Maybe lets start with the taco and then we can get something else after.
J: Good idea
Walk to the guy making as he takes out a pig’s foot, shreds some meat off of one end, and adds it to his skillet, then puts the foot back in the container it came from.
J: That was a pig’s foot.
D: I can see that.
J: Let’s try the stir fry.
D: What is all the meat sitting on inside the bowl, I can’t see.
J: Those are noodles, see the dough being pulled over there?
We walk over and do our usual pointing and charades before sitting down. Eventually a plate of stir-fry filled with dark meat, peppers, onions, and ‘noodles’ appear in front of us. As we begin eating Jill gives me a lesson in the use of chopsticks.
J: You’re doing really well with the chopsticks.
D: Yeah, forks are superior…why haven’t these people switched yet?
J: You can stab the meat like a fork if its easier.
D: Then maybe I should just use a fork?
J: Why is the meat so dark?
D: I don’t know, I was thinking the same thing. It must be a marinade because it doesn’t taste anything like that (heart we ate in Peru.)
Jill continues to ‘examine’ the food in front of us as Danny continues to practice on his chopstick usage. She holds up a ‘bumpy’ noodle.
J: What’s this?
D: You said that was a noodle.
Danny continues eating ‘noodle’ as Jill keeps ‘examining’ the meat in front of us. We are both realizing that this is organ meat of some kind.
J: I think this is intestine.
D: You said that was a noodle.
J: I think this is intestine.
D: But, you said that was a noodle.
J: Look, it has weird bumps on it. Noodles don’t have that.
D: Why are you freaking me out continues eating to show some kind of asinine strength you said it was a noodle!
J: Let’s ask.
Jill motions for the lady to come over. She does and we first point to the ‘noodle’ and then—rather instinctively —we point at our bellies and while air-writing squiggly lines. The waitress says something unknown to us and then shakes her head yes and walks away. We are both dumbfounded.
D: You told me it was a noodle.
J: I didn’t know, aren’t you glad I told you now.
D: No, I was eating just fine before that realization.
J: I can’t eat anymore of this.
D: I already ate the intestine. Now it’s your turn.
J: No you didn’t.
D: Oh yes I did…with a great big helping of organ and onion.
J: You’re saying I have to too.
D: Damn straight…you said it was a noodle.
J: No, you didn’t eat any.
D: Yes I did, it was chewy. You said it was a noodle, so I ate it. Now it’s your turn.
J: Well then I’m eating it with organ and onion too.
D: Be my guest.
Jillian scoops some up and tosses it down the hatch. Chewing feverishly as the stuff just won’t go down. Her eyes begin to water.
D: Are you going to cry?
J: No eyes continue to swell.
D: Yes you are. You’re crying over the intestines.
J: Shut up. There I did it. Wipes her eyes.
D: Haha, you cried over the intestine. It’s your fault, you said it was a noodle.
That was China, day 2.
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