Last night, I went to the market with my friend Duu and Hao to get some fruits and vegetables. Hao still is amazed at how much of the Thai food I eat that most farangs, or white people, refuse to eat.
He peppers me with questions.
“What about durian?”
“What about intestines?”
“What about bugs?”
So like I said, last night, I was at the market with those two, and Duu saw a vendor with bugs. Why I didn’t take a picture, I don’t know (actually, I do know – it was nighttime, and I stink at those kind of pictures!). Duu bought a small plastic bag of silkworms, and handed it to me and Hao.
“Eat,” he urged.
I didn’t wait for a second invitation. Have I also mentioned that I’ll eat basically anything as long as people are watching?
Hao’s eyes got big as I ate a few silkworms and then passed the bag to him. Not to be outdone, he ate a bunch too (he is Asian, by the way, so I imagine that he eats that kind of thing frequently anyway).
It was hilarious – we passed the bag back and forth, eating the silk worms in an odd game of outdoing each other.
(side note: these were actually really good silkworms – I enjoyed eating them, but you could tell there was a lot of butter and seasoning on them – which I’m trying really hard to be good and avoid that kind of thing – butter, not bugs).
Anyway, we pass this vendor, and she looks at me, holding the bag, and makes a comment to the gal next to her…
“Well, we’ve got a new generation of foreigners,” she remarked. “They’re now eating bugs.”
Duu started laughing, as did I. “Tell her you’re not a foreigner,” he said. “Tell her you’re Thai.”
Of course, that was said after we’d passed her and the opportunity was gone, but hey, I take comfort in the fact that some of my Thai friends don’t really see me as a foreigner.