Chubby Pineapple

To be honest, I always thought it was a bit odd when people ordered "hawaiian pizzas", putting pineapple on pizza?! Are you out of your mind??? That was the past and this is the present, although I may not agree to pineapple on pizza, I do agree with the pineapple and pork combination. An even better combination is actually pineapple (or I'm sure most sweeter fruits would work) and *pure pork fat. Talk about turning pineapple dangerous. Here in the Philippines, people like their food fried; it doesn't matter what it is, it'll probably be fried. Now, they really are on to something...have you ever eaten something fried that wasn't delicious? Okay, fried crickets aren't my favorite, I'll admit it, but still...

For dinner tonight we had thinly sliced fried pork with every ounce of fat left on it. There was no meticulous trimming involved...why waste part of the animal? Oh no, when the Filipinos eat meat, they eat it all, ESPECIALLY the fat. The two pieces I was served were about 60% meat and 40% pure fat. I must admit, at first I strayed away from the fatty sides, but my host father insisted that I eat them. In an attempt to be respectful, I did. MMMMMMMM DELICIOUS! I was in pork heaven. Succulent strips of white fatty fried goodness awaited my trembling chews. But little did I know my next move would surprise my taste buds even more. Out of pure instinct I decided to add some of the pork fat to my slices of pineapple meant for dessert. Now THAT is the way to eat. There's something about the sugary and acidic pineapple mixed with the succulent fried to perfection fat that should be in every cookbook. It was like eating the most sweet AND savory dessert I've ever had. Don't knock it till you try it, or you'll be sorry.

To whomever invented the "Hawaiian" pizza, I commend you in your efforts, however you were close, but no cigar.

Up until now I always though that the American South had the only true knack for making fried chicken. Crispy yet airy, just the right amount of grease, and of course a well-raised chicken who's diet consisted of natural seed and grass, not that chemical stuff. Sure the English have had their attempts at perfecting one of America's all-time favorite foods, but they can never get it just right. BUT, as I am *almost embarrassed to say, the Filipinos got us beat. And they don't even use buttermilk! I dont know what their secret ingredient(s) is, but I'm determined to find out! The fried chicken here is OUT OF THIS WORLD. I don't even usually indulge in the cardiac arrest bird, but here, you have to. Fried chicken stands are everywhere you turn. There is no commercial giant controlling the fried chicken trade, but rather tiny little pop-up stands manned by one person serving out the best chicken you can get your hands on. What may have to do with it is that all of the chickens here are locally raised. Not to mention they're organic, like more than USDA organic, they're Tacloban organic (Portlandia anyone?). Now normally I'm a big crust fan, the more crispy outside the better. But here such crust doesn't exist, but its still very good!

Filipina Style

Here in the Philippines, things are different. That probably sounds redundant, but it bears repeating. The culture varies all throughout the Philippines with different dialects, ways of life and specific foods. But there are a plethora of things that remain the same; Filipino time (Filipinos move at their own pace, regardless of what the meeting time may be, they arrive when they want to arrive and they leave whenever they see fit), eating (Filipinos eat at least 5 times a day without fail, every aspect of their culture involves eating and drinking in some way, now what's wrong with that?), bluntness (they say whats on their mind or what they see, its not meant to be rude, but just the way they are. The other day the family and I talked about the virginity of all their family members, so openly like we were discussing the weather) and most importantly (there are plenty more), the love for music (karaoke is their jam, always singing and playing music) their open hearts and minds. It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like, the Filipino people are willing to help you in any way and are more than willing to open their hearts and homes to you as well.

While walking down the street the other day, nearly every person I passed said hello and most of them wanted to engage in a conversation. I was greeted by smiles everywhere. What a nice feeling that is, to be instantly welcome, without prejudice or judgement. Keep in mind I've only just arrived here a few days ago but already the extended family of my home stay treats me like one of their own. Last night there was a birthday party for "baby boy" and despite my lack of Waray Waray (their dialect here), it was like I fit right in. They kept offering me food and drink, I've been invited to the family farm, and next week we're going to the beach! I couldn't have asked for a warmer welcome. I was quickly informed though, that this is how it is everywhere in the Philippines. It doesn't matter how much or how little money a family has, they'll give you what they have regardless. Which I must admit is a bit awkward feeling at times. Every time I'm given something, I want to give it back, or give something in return. The people in my Barangay (village) have nothing but they're the happiest people alive.

Agent Orange

I'm not sure how to begin this post other than to say it is in no way intended to be a political post of sorts, but rather a collection of thoughts on a highly political topic. Although in the US we as citizens tend to have the ability to make anything and everything political. If you haven't guessed yet, the picture above was taken during the Vietnam War...the picture itself is actually quite famous. Multiple books have been written about "the girl in the picture". What she's running from one of the frequent Napalm bombings in Southern Vietnam. Napalm is a thickening agent that sticks to the victims skin, burning them and making it near impossible to get off.

Saigon is home to the War Remnants Museum; a museum dedicated to Vietnam War and what its left behind. A top priority on the "must-see" lists of Saigon, the museum is actually quite cheap (about 75 cents to enter) and contains a significant amount of artifacts and information. Prior to visiting the museum I had been warned by several people that the information inside would be quite one-sided, and it was. Let me preface again by saying as of yet I do not have a strong stance on the events of the Vietnam War. I do not know enough to make any bold statements, so I wont. But regardless of what one's opinion is of the War, it is quite apparent that the Museum whole-heartedly points a finger at the US and only the US for everything that occurred during and after those 15 years of US involvement.

However that's not what I want to talk about...what affected me the most was the evidence presented concerning the after effects, mostly the exhibit dedicated to Agent Orange. "Agent Orange is the code name for one of the herbicides and defoliants used by the U.S. military as part of its herbicidal warfare program, Operation Ranch Hand, during the Vietnam War from 1961 to 1971. Vietnam estimates 400,000 people being killed or maimed, and 500,000 children born with birth defects.^{[1]" (}http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agent_Orange) The entire exhibit was filled with pictures and stories of victims affected by Agent Orange during the war and even as recent as 2001. The stories and pictures really got to me...I couldn't handle it. Cruelty at its finest. Why was that necessary? To maim and created "defected" children who have no chance at life even to this day? Why?

There were even preserved defected fetuses as well...the exhibit had everything, everything to make me feel incredibly difficult. I'm not sure why I felt so guilty. I wasn't there, I didn't make those executive decisions, yet I still felt responsible and just plain horrible. I kept apologizing in my head and even out loud sometimes, I couldn't help it.

The images and stories hurt so bad I had to leave. I'm not a person who usually gets shaken up, but today did it.

Rain Rain, Go Away

Shortly before leaving for my trip I found out that it was going to be MONSOON season in Southeast Asia during the exact time of my stay, awesome. Up until now I have yet to really experience the rain. But alas, it begins. Rain rain go away? Not a chance. In Saigon it rains everyday (starting about a few days ago and until September) from about 4 or 5pm until 10 or 11pm. Granted it doesn’t usually rain nonstop during that time, but it still seems like its always raining. Usually there will be two or three separate hours of downright downpour intermittenly through the evening.

I’ve learned that if you want to do something during the day, its best to get it done asap. I noticed something really funny today as well…as the rain picks up speed and transforms from a drizzle to a pour, at about the same time most of the motorbikes on the road will pull over onto the sidewalk and do one of two things: cover themselves, part of the bike, and a passenger if they have one, with this uniform sized poncho of sorts that everyone seems to have OR they pullover to a store location that has a decent awning to keep themselves and their bike, dry. Its almost like everyone just knows when its going to rain harder and when they need to make a move. They actually do it in shifts it seems like, one group pulls over, another leaves, weaving seamlessly back into hectic traffic.

Name that movie....anyone? anyone? Should be pretty easy since that phrase is the title of the film starring none other than funny man Robin Williams. If you haven't seen it I recommend you check it out from your local library and/or pirate the DVD, ya know, whatevers easiest for you. So far I've spent about 4 days here in Vietnam, one in Chao Doc and now Ho Chi Minh City, also known as Saigon. Things are a bit different here...the food has more of a Chinese influence, the pace in Saigon is rapido, and although nice, some of the people seem a bit dodgy at times. Outside of Saigon the people are great, but here, for the first time ever, I just don't feel as safe.

"Good Morning Vietnam" is a movie loosely based around the Vietnam War in the 1960's concerning the US and the Vietcong. Today I was lucky enough to see some of the remnants of the war firsthand at the infamous Cu Chi tunnels. If you're ever in Saigon or Vietnam for that matter, you have to go here. Not only did I get to shoot an AK47 (so cool! and I don't even care for guns) and physically crawl through some of the original tunnels built by the guerrilla Vietcong, but I got to witness firsthand one of the sites of the world that has caused so much controversy. I had so many thoughts running through my head while I was there...what was my uncle going through? How the hell did he survive? Why don't the Vietnamese hate us? They were so smart, underground tunnels, genius!, would I myself been a war protester? (probably), and just, wow.

And then I quickly realized that I don't actually know that much about the Vietnam war. Which then I thought was quite silly...I know more about the world wars and even the war of 1812 than I do about a war that happened in America's relatively recent past...why is that? The only thing I really remember learning about the Vietnam war is that it was highly protested (insert lovely smelling hippies here) and our soldiers fought against the quick and agile Vietcong after previously giving them weapons, etc. That's really about it. How could I know more about a war that happened almost 200 years ago than a war that has affected my friends and family directly?

It's times like these that reaffirm my belief that we can't always rely on the education system in the US to teach us what we really need to know or at least want to know. It's like that everywhere. Where you're taught affects what you're taught. Not to mention the amount of time teachers are allotted to teach certain subjects, etc.

I'm on a mission to learn the ins and outs of the Vietnam war via a reasonably priced book found around here, or maybe the internet, who knows. If you've got time, read a wikipedia page or something like that, at least its a start.

How would you like your beef, too skinny or unnaturally "plump"

VS.

All throughout Southeast Asia (and India) I’ve noticed a fair amount of shall we say, skinny cows. Now a skinny cow comes in a different varieties; theres, way too FUCKING scary skinny, that cow should eat a few more fields of grass, and hmm, it that cow looks a bit off. But the question is, do I really know what or how a cow should look? Most of the cows in A-murrrr-ica are factory cows that are injected with so many hormones, their own feces and fed an unnatural diet of grain, that my perception of a standard cow might be a bit off. To be fair (I guess), most of the cows I’ve seen here aren’t dairy cows really, but are used mostly for meat…I’m blindly assuming there’s some sort of difference. Regardless, the cows here are mostly nowhere near the size of our cows. They really tend to be a bit skinner, and often times seeing their ribs isn’t terribly difficult either.

Passing by either by bus or train, most of the cows seem to be grazing on grass…go figure? You mean people here allot the cows to eat their natural entrée of choice? Crazy. However, I have also seen my fair share of cows eating trash or eating something right near trash.

I’ve had these thoughts multiple times while traveling across a country or just walking to the market. But then I was struck with a conundrum of sorts…which would I rather eat, a very skinny cow who might have eaten grass or trash, or both, OR a cow that has been injected with every hormone known to man and isnt given the right to roam and graze? I honestly dont know at this point…I think I might choose the skinny cow just because theres a good chance it ate some grass and definitely got exercise…

WHAT WOULD YOU CHOOSE?

Siem Reap

As much as I loved Thailand, I already LOVE Cambodia! Well, I think I’m just infatuated with all of Southeast Asia haha. The last two days in Siem Reap have been something else. Upon arrival we were escorted—I guess you could say—to a village in the countryside of Siem Reap. It was there that I have had one of the most eye-opening and fufilling experiences yet.

To get to this village we basically went off-roading in tuk tuks about a half an hour away from the center of Siem Reap…all dirt, well, clay roads really. The journey itself was already impressed me. We passed families going about their day, chickens and antelope roaming in the yards, little kids playing and people just being people, which is what I love. As we were taken around the village by Pilla (our countryside host), she shared with us the many secrets of living in the countryside. The people there live within nature and use what mother nature has to offer, there is no waste in this cycle of life. The people depend on nature and nature depends on the people for farming and the use of animals for fertilization. For example, the lotus plant, although we know is already beautiful, serves multiple purposes. It can be a flower to look at, its fruit to be eaten, its stems used for basket weaving, and its leaves as rain repellent. Amazing. Everyone we met that day was so kind and genuinely interested in meeting us as weryll. The dinner was served outside in a kind-of dining room gazebo type deal, where the place settings were on the ground in a family style type set-up. Everything served was traditional Cambodian/Khmer food, which btw, is one of my new favs. There needs to be Khmer restaurant in the Deuce…we have almost every other nationality represented, so why not Cambodian?

The most spectacular thing about that night was being able to really see how Cambodians in the village live. It is from that view point that we can truly learn about a people and their culture.