The boy and his appendagess have on more than one occasion given me odd food items, either as presents or just because they were walking down an aisle and the disgustion level was so high they had to pick it off the shelf.
This includes one or two ‘rare’ SPAM varieties (which if you read the ingredients and nutrition info are not nearly as bad as a lot of the other stuff people are consuming). A can of Linketts, vegetarian penises in a can or something. Squid soup or close to that, I don’t like to touch the can actually.

So I went to the old Larry’s Market on Aurora which was finally replaced by something, the HT or HM or something Market, which specializes in mass quantities of oriental, asian, pan-asian, modern asian, post-modern asian, sorta Indian, random Russian, and other ethnic sneezes. Walking down one of the aisles, even though everything was canned and contained I fainted from an overdose of MSG.

They do have an impressive confusion of fish species at decent prices, and also two aisles of oceanic beasts best watched on Nature, or Nova, or the Animal Planet (when food attacks or is so ugly as to cause immediate horking), or Anthony Bourdain who eats wart hog anuses, which are not fish. That sentence isn’t totally coherent because looking at these ‘offerings’ at the store is like putting your brain in a Cuisinart.

I am home now with some exploding rice (no waiting), and Katsuo Fumi Furikake (some kind of spice mix), and my most favorite: ARMY BRAND SARGEANT’S PORK PATE (aka Pasztet Serzanta) from Poland.

I need one more ingredient. Time is short. Where shall I look?

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