Monday, February 19, 2007

Love You Long Time, Shabu Shabu!

Last night the clan went to a Shabu Shabu restaurant in Chinatown to celebrate Têt.

As described by Wikipedia, Shabu Shabu is the Japanese version of the hot pot. The dish is prepared by submerging a very thin slice of meat or a piece of vegetable in a pot of boiling water or dashi (broth) made with kombu (kelp) and swishing it back and forth several times. (The familiar swishing sound is where the dish gets its name. Shabu-shabu roughly translates to "swish-swish".) It is usually served with tofu and vegetables, including Chinese cabbage, chrysanthemum leaves, nori (edible seaweed), onions, carrots, shiitake mushrooms and enokitake mushrooms, fresh spinash, watercress. In some places (like the Hinashima restaurant where we went), Udon and harusame noodles may also be served. Cooked meat and vegetables are usually dipped in ponzu or "goma" (sesame seed) sauce before eating with a bowl of steamed white rice. Once the meat and vegetables have been eaten, leftover water from the pot is customarily combined with the remaining rice, and the resulting soup is usually eaten last. It was sooooo delicious!!!

During the meal, the Ex took pictures with his digital camera, so naturally we asked him to show us the ones he took from his last trip to Vietnam. Now Mr. Ex has suddenly taken a shining to Vietnam. He already went twice in the past six months and he was supposed to go with us again in May of this year. He has said on many occasion: "I always, always have a great time in Vietnam, and as soon as I leave Vietnam, I can hardly wait to go back". So, of course, with my sewer mind, I immediately suspected that he met a few "em" in Vietnam ["Em" litterally means "younger sibling" in Vietnamese and is the euphemistic term for bar girl/whore]. The suspiction was confirmed when he refused to show us any picture. He also said no when his son B-Boy pretended to borrow the camera to take some pictures. And his new wife must also suspect something cause he finally told us that he won't be able to go with us in May, cause she won't let him. I cruelly taunted him, putting on my worst Vietnamese accent: "Come on, Ex! If you go to Vietnam, love you long time! Five dollars, suckie suckie!!! Are you a man or a mouse?"

Five dollars!!!

What a great time we had last night!! Even if the Ex still won't go with us to Vietnam...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I am a mouse

- stalker