I just made the fundamental error of watching my lunch being prepared in a small, dank, horrendously unkempt but at the same time, very popular with the local farmers, Issan cookery emporium..
This elementary mistake..(newbie error, really..textbook school boy fuck up) will not be repeated in the remainder of my stay here, simply because I don't want to starve to death.
I implore you, the reader of this non-ficticious observation, to do the same. Never ever monitor the progress of your pending repast, it's almost an irredeemable source of trauma..infact, as I type, I'm involuntarily convulsing and gagging simultaneously.
First up was the pad krapow nor mai, sai kai dao MAI SOOK (fried bamboo with pork, basil and a runny fried egg).
All ingredients were handled with unwashed hands, plonked unlovingly into a wok which had just been the focal point of rotten fish supper the same oil and same utensils being used. The top of several sauce bottles were then fucking BITTEN off by the culinary master preparing my grub, spat out, then bottles up turned and violently shaken until an unmeasured flow graced the frying pan.
My egg, which was specifically ordered to be presented to me looking like an egg and not the charred remains of a chicken's arsehole, was subsequently butchered in a frying pan full of black oil and placed with HANDS on top of my bamboo and pork..fucking hell, Gordon Ramsey would wanking over this shit.
Then came the som tum...surely you can't burn this or fuck this up..all was going swimmingly until I realized she was using the same mortar to prepare normal som tum and the horrible rotten crabs and fish..so my salad would no doubt taste the same.
Then to top things off quite beautifully, the chef took a wanking great gob full of my salad with the spoon she was mixing it with and carried on with the task at hand using the same fucking spoon.
I feel ill..
McDonalds might be a safer bet in future..