I wrote this entry for our school blog. Here is what lunch abroad looks like:
One of the benefits (usually one of the benefits) of working at Thidamaepra is the FREE LUNCH! Who says there is no such thing?
MASSAMAN!! I can't even begin to describe how delicious this is. Teacher Joseph came into the lunch room and shouted, "Is it true? Is it true? YES!!"
The highest of the highs to the lowest of the lows. Dirty Curry. Why do we call it "Dirty Curry?" Imagine walking down the beach in combat boots, stepping on a dead fish and licking the boots clean. That is what it tastes like. Gross.
Chicken, cilantro, sweet and spicy mystery sauce. This is every bit as tasty as it looks.
Blah. This is what the middle ground looks like. The glass noodles are decent. The steamed vegetables are so-so. Rice is rice.
Look Thida cooks -- I don't want to be at school on Fridays either, but this is going too far. Left over Dirty Curry and crusty fish shaped salt cubes? How dare you? (Note to the reader: None of us ate this. We went out.)