The feet of the poultry and other fine tales - Tactical Ninja
Jan. 18th, 2011
03:13 pm - The feet of the poultry and other fine tales
This morning it's 13 degrees. Dear Hong Kong, please make more of an effort to be the tropical island I thought you were. Love, Tats.
Meanwhile, I am still picking chicken feet out of my teeth. We got given a complimentary plate, see, because we spent more than $200 (that's about $45NZ or $30ish US) on dinner for four at this Vietnamese place. And since I'm all about the trying anything once, I can add it to kudu and jellyfish under 'things I've had stuck in my teeth.'
It looked like this:
Which was not at all what I expected. They'd boned out the feet so what was there was basically just skin and cartilege. Dunno if it was bleached or just boiled within an inch of its life but it was white. It tasted kind of tangy as if it'd been marinated, but other than that it tasted a bit like nothing. And it really is just gristle and skin, so very chewy. You need good molars to eat this stuff, and decent toothpicks afterwards.
The verdict? Quite edible but not something I'd seek out over, say, actual chicken.
Meanwhile, I only got a little bit lost on the way to Kowloon Tong, having got off the train at the wrong stop and having to double back which involved changing floors in the multilevel train station during rush hour, amongst eyerolls and sighs from the poor folks I was bumbling in the way of as I tried to find a sign showing me where the Kwun Tong line was.
The night markets were cool. I successfully found and purchased one of those bobbly-legged mini tripods like the one allyn has that I've coveted since Burning Man 2006. This morning I used it to take this:
Wow, it's hard to believe it's been only two weeks. It feels like longer. I guess a lot has happened in that two weeks. The scar is almost completely covered over, but there's still new flesh underneath and when I move and stretch, that pulls. It's also starting to be a bit raised, which is interesting.
Today's mission is to use one of the trams, learn some more pictograms and what they mean, and find the headshop that sells tickets to the psytrance parties they apparently have here about twice a month. Also, become more independent. I have been leaning heavily on Joel and while he's been happy to oblige me, I feel that it's not fair on him to keep having to do everything with me - that's kind of like having a pet not a girlfriend, you know? And we've been apart for several months, now we're living in each other's pockets, and I'm very aware of how having someone be reliant on you can be wearing. In my default life this is never a thing because Hi, Miss Independence. But here, I'm forced by circumstance to be more needy than I'd like to be and I don't like putting that burden on anyone.
So, flist, in the interest of Tats' education, please suggest missions that I can undertake while here that are challenging and will get me out and about and less dependent. The crazier the better. ;-)
In other news, have hipster Peter Pan: