Published: February 13th 2007February 12th 2007
The Swedish Management cannot be trusted with choclate ice cream
Paul spent the day working on his computer while Josh and Avery watched television, so today’s report is coming from Astrid. Being asked to be a guest blogger is a great honour and responsibility, one I will attempt to take seriously. Any constructive criticism concerning today’s posting should be directed to Paul.
Today was another hot, heavy day. Ours, Astrid’s and Adrianne’s, began at the crack of 7am when we headed out to the Thai School of Cookery. It turned out to be a beautiful outdoor beach venue on the other side of the island with a stunning view of Krabi across the channel. We spent seven hours making authentic Thai dishes and learned tricks including how to curl green onions as one would do with ribbon and how to steam rice wrapped in cheesecloth to expedite clean up. The food was fantastic, there were many valuable tips and the company was lovely. It was just us and two Viennese, one of whom was on the Austrian Golf Team. I didn’t know they had one either, but he assured us he was a big cheese. Somehow I promised to look these people up when we go through Europe next year.
Paul, I think we should go to Austria next year.
Our long day culminated once again at Two Chefs, a local Swedish restaurant we thoroughly enjoyed last night. Tonight’s dinner was less successful because Josh was traumatized by his food. It seems that tonight the evil chefs gleefully, and presumably with malignant intent, secreted a teensy piece of pineapple or some other healthy fruit in Josh’s ice cream. Joshua understandably went into convulsions, scraping his tongue vigorously to rid his body of the noxious fruit, all the while making the requisite gag/moan/geckoaftermidnighteventhoughyouhavetogetupearly squeaky sound that crawls into your brain to replace all rational thought. It was fun for all.
There are blog rules and apparently I have broken them by being too long winded but until the union kicks me off here, I’m continuing…
An interesting thing about Thai television is what they choose to censor. Last night we watched A Few Good Men, trying to recognize anything in the subtitles. The swearing was in English and may have been translated into Thai, but any time anyone took a drag on a cigarette it was pixilated out, as was when one character put a gun in his mouth. Not the character, just the smoke and the gun was blurred. Odd, no? It’s considered the height of disrespect to show someone the sole of your foot here, a convention that is surprisingly difficult to conform to given our propensity to loll and sit comfortably. Perhaps this whole things in one’s mouth on tv issue is another unrecognized social taboo. It is a mystery we will solve.
Apparently the blog police are sharpening their delete buttons so I have to get off or be erased. Here I was going to share the recipe for sticky rice with mango, but that, I am assured, would be the height of bad form so I’m off to tap dance barefoot in Paul’s line of vision and maybe hide a banana under Josh’s pillow just to see what might happen in both instances.