Pleased to see the fatman, he comes in different flavours


Roasted chicken flavour it was. This a particular brand is Korean, but it’s possibly been made in China, re-packed and pushed out the door by the marketing people at Orion. Compared with Korea, China has so many more flavours; spring onion, pork, and of course, roasted chicken. Why the difference in selection? Do the Chinese have greater preferences in flavours or are the Koreans eaters of snack foods just fussy?

So how do they taste?

Crispy, but will it pass the mouth test?


I was actually a bit surprised to see it. Previously in the day, I had tasted some of my daughters cheese flavoured snacks, and knew that I wanted some adult cheese flavoured snacks. There are five tastes your tongue can register. Umami, characterised by Japanese scientists in 1985, is the latest. These are kim-chi flavoured chips. I can imagine them being salty, spicy with a bit of sourness thrown in. I’m intrigued. I think I’ll try some the next time I pass the shop.

Beer? The answer is always more beer.

When I happened upon this fantastic mound of beer bottles I was quite surprised. On examination they were all empities, and stacked at least 3 meters tall and about 5 or 6 meters long. Though in Chinese new year they tend to let off a lot of fireworks. So much so, that in recent years there have been restrictions due to the amount of smog the gunpowder produces. However, the other side of CNY is socialization and get-togethers. This results in the consumption of beer. The end result is what you see here.

“Only mussels and chips” oh, the humanity!


It wasn’t the name of the cafe that was interesting, but they had mussels on offer for lunch. I found out the name later when I paid up at the till. I ordered a Leffe brune beer while my other half had a Leffe Blonde. Both enjoyable with the accompanying food; a sampling of grilled mussels and steamed mussels (pdf). Sometime later, both of us were a stuffed, as my order of mussels came with chips, and we were all getting on a bit on the soused side. The real tragedy in all of this? There was so much of one dish to eat we didn’t finish any of either dish. Though my wife did later have a hankering for steamed mussels. Getting on the piss will do that to you.

Oh, the humanity!

When push, comes to custard

Custard, some people have brains made of it. Mine turns to custard after 24 hours of jet-travel induced non-sleep. But, in this case, I’d bought a packet of Edmonds Custard powder, for make up and consumption later. In hindsight, it was a bit of a dumb move. Where I’m moving to in China, they make egg custard. But this one, is sweet, flavoured with vanilla and is sometimes eaten with ice-cream. As an alternative, I could make it by hand. Nah.

Rib-eyed and full stomached, for shame!

For me, there’s nothing more seductive than a good steak. This one was a rib-eye and it came with bone attached. Served on a board, it was caramelised nicely with grill marks on it. The place where we ate was a pub-brewery. I also tried one of their beers, ‘Empire ale.’ According to the waiter, he described it as being like Tui ale except it had less ‘bite’ to it. True to his word, a nice smelling beer was served, and sipped. The steak was everything it was supposed to be, juicy succulent it had patches of fat all through it. I know that it contributes to the flavour and tenderness of the cut, but I cut what fatty bits I could all the same. Strangely enough it came with a serving of macaroni cheese. Nice enough, but I would have preferred a mound of mashed potatoes. Onion rings, and spaghettified beetrot, it all went down well. The only caveat of the meal? I couldn’t finish my meal. For shame.

War! What is it good for but bad stereo-typing?

Something I’ve not seen on the bookshelves (in New Zealand) for a long time. According to the inside cover, they’re reprints.  When I was young, I bought them whenever any of them took my interest. All told I had quite a collection before moving on to other things. Commando comics wasn’t my preferred version of war world two, I instead chose Battle or War comics that Fleetway publishers offered. They were also cheaper, too. But in flipping through the comic books again, they represented a stereo-typical view of world war two, Germans and war in general. But, to be fair, they were written in a pre-politically correct world.


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