I couldn't resist, i just had to buy it. It's been awhile since i've had a dose of MSG and so i decided to have it for lunch today. It brings me back to my boarding school days when i'd buy instant noodles in Super-saver packs and stash them in my cupboard.
Anyway, J brought me to one of the Asian supermarkets in the city again and i must say it was strange to see so many familiar items. Walking into the place tainted with that "Asian smell" suddenly brought back memories, not so much of me cooking Asian food but of the supermarkets back in Malaysia. Marinades, sauces, snacks and questionable canned goods lined the aisles.
But of late, we've both had a craving for fried Tofu. Not the tasteless Bio kind that you can find in PLUS or the regular supermarket but the real Asian kind sitting in water and is firm to the touch. I've even managed to find a sweet chili sauce that tastes just like the real deal and the combination somehow always seem to hit the right spot. So simple yet so yummy!
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Oh and on a totally different note, i saw 2 hookers over the weekend...
...on the street that is. J and i were driving around looking for a parking space to go to the Asian Supermarket and he pointed out these 2 women standing by the street corner were in fact prostitutes. Of course i didn't believe him since they were dressed like any other person. I'm not sure what i expected them to look like but definitely not dressed in jeans and thick winter coats. I guess in 7˙C weather it's best to dress appropriately. Apparently the barely-there outfits are reserved for the actual whore houses.
One woman was much older, unfortunately Time did not do her any justice and she looked rather haggard carrying a portable stereo [for what? I can only imagine as part of her "special" act]. The other was much younger, probably in her late teens. Blond but relatively attractive in comparison to the more experienced and well seasoned woman standing beside her. It wasn't exactly late but somehow the dim street lights and the quietness of the area added to the seediness of it all.
"But maybe they're just waiting for someone." I said innocently.
J laughed and said, "I don't think so. And i bet you if we go around the block again they'll still be there."
And just like a tour guide he continued with, "...and just up the road is the red light district with all the sex shops. And over there [pointing] is a high-class strip joint..."
True enough the 2 women were still standing there eyeing every moving vehicle in the corner of their eye.
When we finally found a parking space, we decided to walk past them. We stood on the opposite side of the road, in case we were standing in "their" territory and i rolled a cigarette. I'm not sure why but i tried not to make any eye contact with them but i was like a moth to a flame, i couldn't stop watching.
We didn't see them "pick up" any customers.
But we did see them dash towards a nearby convenient store entrance when a Patrol car slowly drove past. And as soon as the car was gone, they snuck back out and returned to "their" corner and we continued on our merry way.
Anyway, J brought me to one of the Asian supermarkets in the city again and i must say it was strange to see so many familiar items. Walking into the place tainted with that "Asian smell" suddenly brought back memories, not so much of me cooking Asian food but of the supermarkets back in Malaysia. Marinades, sauces, snacks and questionable canned goods lined the aisles.
But of late, we've both had a craving for fried Tofu. Not the tasteless Bio kind that you can find in PLUS or the regular supermarket but the real Asian kind sitting in water and is firm to the touch. I've even managed to find a sweet chili sauce that tastes just like the real deal and the combination somehow always seem to hit the right spot. So simple yet so yummy!
...
Oh and on a totally different note, i saw 2 hookers over the weekend...
...on the street that is. J and i were driving around looking for a parking space to go to the Asian Supermarket and he pointed out these 2 women standing by the street corner were in fact prostitutes. Of course i didn't believe him since they were dressed like any other person. I'm not sure what i expected them to look like but definitely not dressed in jeans and thick winter coats. I guess in 7˙C weather it's best to dress appropriately. Apparently the barely-there outfits are reserved for the actual whore houses.
One woman was much older, unfortunately Time did not do her any justice and she looked rather haggard carrying a portable stereo [for what? I can only imagine as part of her "special" act]. The other was much younger, probably in her late teens. Blond but relatively attractive in comparison to the more experienced and well seasoned woman standing beside her. It wasn't exactly late but somehow the dim street lights and the quietness of the area added to the seediness of it all.
"But maybe they're just waiting for someone." I said innocently.
J laughed and said, "I don't think so. And i bet you if we go around the block again they'll still be there."
And just like a tour guide he continued with, "...and just up the road is the red light district with all the sex shops. And over there [pointing] is a high-class strip joint..."
True enough the 2 women were still standing there eyeing every moving vehicle in the corner of their eye.
When we finally found a parking space, we decided to walk past them. We stood on the opposite side of the road, in case we were standing in "their" territory and i rolled a cigarette. I'm not sure why but i tried not to make any eye contact with them but i was like a moth to a flame, i couldn't stop watching.
We didn't see them "pick up" any customers.
But we did see them dash towards a nearby convenient store entrance when a Patrol car slowly drove past. And as soon as the car was gone, they snuck back out and returned to "their" corner and we continued on our merry way.
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