Tiny, disgusting, smelly, fishy things.

If there was ever proof that living abroad can change a person utterly from the inside out, this is it.

When I first moved to Hong Kong I literally refused to eat local food. By local, anything not sold in Starbucks, McDonalds, or from within an expensive restaurant.

Yes, I was a totally naive idiot and food snob. I was admittedly afraid of the unknown, and I have never been a brave eater.

As this very old post explains, in the end I started eating local food because I was literally starving to death.

Miraculously, I survived.

So now, meet my latest food addiction... these tiny, disgusting, smelly, fishy things.

I EAT THESE.

In fact, I can't get enough of them. They are an extreme food. They do not look or smell appetizing. B won't even eat them.

AND WE FEED THEM TO OUR DOGS.

But, they are considered a totally standard Asian food snack in these parts and I have recently become a proud fan.

Me chowing away on t

iny, disgusting, smelly, fishy things?? Who would have thought.