Stinking tofu
(Apologies for badly taken image. More than once I have been presented with my dishes vacuum packed. I’ve learned that the best way to open the package is by punching chopsticks through it)
Sometimes you know something is going to happen. You can’t really prevent it, it’s a part of adjusting to a new culture. There’s not much point in getting agitated about it, it’s going to happen. So it was when I was introduced to ‘stinking tofu’; so called because of it’s pungent aroma, the tofu is left in a bucket of vegetables for a month. Presumably it is dug out of the fetid soupy mess to be fried and served. Now, I tried it, liked it and ate some more, but my body was less impressed and rejected it forcibly soon afterwards. Without the fine detail, it involved many trips to the bathroom. I’ve found myself since Wednesday afternoon (now Friday) with a very talkative stomach. The gurgling and bubbling noises are audible and the results have also been impressive.
Thankfully the worst is over, though I imagine the heat has exacerbated the effects. It won’t stop me from eating anything I’m offered, but it might make me more wary of cheap places to eat next to canals!
