Asian Food Saved My Life.

A lot of people always ask what’s your “Desert Island” meal? I don’t think that’s a true indicator of your tastes, cause I can’t have a Peter Luger steak and my friend’s mom’s hot pot everyday. I think what your body won’t reject is what your real meal is. I’m talking about that moment when you’re sick as hell, back and forth from the bathroom and all your favorite foods make you want to throw up. (which is right now for me, that’s why I’m writing this).  McDonalds fries? yak, comes right back at you. Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles, you can’t even imagine the smell of maple syrup and fried food… California burrito and carne asada fries? No way, Jose. 

 

What you crave (and your body will only accept) is what you need. I’d like to know from you guys what your favorites are (leave a note in the comments section). As for me, its Pho (cliched, I know, but its genetic, I’m sure). But not just any Pho, it has to be Pho Tai Bo Vien (rare beef and beef balls):

 

Pho Tai Bo Vien. Tastes better in Viet Nam where the broth base has been simmering in bone marrow since before the Fall of Saigon.

Pho Tai Bo Vien. Tastes better in Viet Nam where the broth base has been simmering in bone marrow since before the Fall of Saigon.

 

Some other favorites that I need. When I’m sick as a dog, its gotta be Chao (or Congee Jook for my Chinese imperialist buddies). Its gotta be chicken or just lime and nothing else. When I’m well, and maybe hungover or tipsy, its gotta have intestines and hearts and (what the) blood clots and everything. Forreal, forreal.

 

Chao Ga (chicken). And its gotta be from my moms. In my own kitchen. And I gotta be in my PJs.

Chao Ga (chicken). And its gotta be from my moms. In my own kitchen. And I gotta be in my PJs.

 

And lastly, the ONLY other thing I can eat is Ruoc and Gio (shredded pork jerky and steamed pork sausage) and rice.

 

Ruoc on the left and Gio (or Cha Lua) on the right.

Ruoc on the left and Gio (or Cha Lua) on the right.

 

It wasn’t always this way. I use to be the kid who had my parents get me McDonalds Happy Meals before we walked into Pho restaurants. In hind sight, its hella embarrassing to know that I did that and I sure as hell wouldn’t let my future Americanized kids do that… And I used to bring ruoc sandwiches to school and trade ’em to the white kids for PB&J sandwiches (a delicacy where I was from). But you can’t escape from genetics. Cause I can’t eat anything other than Asian food when I’m craving shit or when I’m sick or drunk or hungover. In the wise words of R&B legend and other dubious fame, R. Kelly: “My mind’s tellin me no! But my body! My body’s telling me yes!”.

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2 thoughts on “Asian Food Saved My Life.

  1. yah fuuuhhh tai! with lots of lime. as for congee, it’s gotsa have some fatty pork and preserved egg up that bitch! peanuts, shredded pork, and/or chives get bonus points.

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