My favorite food is Thai food. (I should probably add – Americanized.)
I can’t believe that in my forty plus years on earth I have not managed to have a Thai friend. I feel empty inside about that, almost like a moral failure of sorts. So I have adopted Thai food as my friend.
When I die and go to heaven, I don’t know if all the nations will be mingling or if we’ll have to sit in pockets based on where we’re from. If it’s the latter, I’ll be sticking out among the Thai people.
What manner of people are these that can cook like that?
Peanut sauce = drool, automatically. I maintain that if God had told the Israelites in Egypt that Canaan was flowing with peanut sauce, they’d have arrived there in about a week. I mean they would have grabbed those flowing robes of theirs, jet-skied across the Red Sea, chartered speeders from Anakin Skywalker Enterprises to cross that desert, and inflicted serious injury to the Canaanites on day one to get to that Promised Land. God and Moses would have been huffing and puffing to keep up with that stiff-necked multitude.
Today I tried a home-made recipe for Peanut Sauce and I turned into a puddle, right there on the kitchen floor. An ooey-gooey smooth sweet, tangy, savory puddle of goodness. Even after I put it in a jar, it was so fulfilling to stick my finger into that blender and swipe every last bit of it onto my tongue. I ignored the gnarly sharp blades at the base of the blender and couldn’t even feel them. This must be how they walk on a bed of red-hot coals! I was transcending, my mouth was having a spiritual experience. Bliss, fulfillment, living, happy place..
Have an enlightened day.