Lunch was a shared affair from food we purchased at the morning market. Ferguson II supplied the place mats in about three swipes of the bush knife. While Ferguson I and I laid out the food, Ferguson II threw a stick in the air, twirled the bush knife and, voila, three pair of chopsticks feel out of the sky and onto the table. Really, the guy is freaking amazing.
We balled up sticky rice, dunked it in dry chili paste or wet curry and popping it into our pie holes. At least I did. Laotians are not as familiar with pie as Americans.
We also had bamboo shoots, which are sort of like pointy artichokes, steamed vege, and morning glory greens. And all served atop a jungle ridge on a perfect day.
No comments:
Post a Comment