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.