It was one of those “Oh yeah, I’m in a foreign country!” realizations when I came upon a tray of freshly-beheaded yummies of the family Mollusca in a dingy neighborhood supermarket. This store is far enough from Jusco to avoid being consumed this year, and stocks enough weird shit, like beheaded octopuses, to perhaps attract hardcore Japanese gourmands for many years to come. I can only quote X-clan:
“Yuck. Brother J says YUCK.”
Raising a family in Thailand // Documenting Issan food, culture, music, and people
