If you somehow missed it, I love Asian entertainment. Dramas, manga, anime, I appreciate it all. Consistently in Korean dramas in particular, the heroine eats chicken feet.
This always baffled me. I’ve SEEN chickens. Their feet do not look edible.
Walking back from class today, I saw a food stall with chicken feet! I did this cartoon-ish double take because I could not believe my eyes! I did not think such things existed outside of Korean dramas!
With great enthusiasm, I bought a stick from the baffled chicken woman and practically floated all the way home. I, Amy, was going to try chicken feet!
Eagerly I bit down and found…bone. Cartilage. Skin.
I Googled – and then YouTubed – “How to eat chicken feet” and watched in amazement as people wolfed these things down. Turns out, these things are supposed to only consistent of bone, cartilage, and skin.
It took me 75 minutes to get through the first one. I gnawed on the second one for about 20 minute but my more aggressive approach meant I got more mouthfuls of cartilage and it crunched like a bean sprout.
And, um, as much as I wanted to like chicken feet…I really didn’t. I put the rest in my fridge but I do not think I will get to them. I’m just not that big a fan of cartilage and crunch.
I am officially the proud possessor of two school uniforms, complete with a myriad of buttons, clips, belts, pins, and buckles that go…somewhere. I have never worn a school uniform before and the uniforms in Korean dramas don’t look nearly this complicated! My Thai friend just laughed when I looked at her in bafflement.
But I am grateful she went shopping with me. Otherwise I would definitely not have known I needed the Law pin, or the separate belt buckle, or closed toed heels. All the study abroad office told me was, “Go buy a uniform at the bookstore.”
Pictures to come once I figure out how to get the dang thing together! (I’m snipping off buttons and clipping other ones on and other such baffling stuff. I sure wish my Grandma lived closer!)
Midterms start in a few days! We do not have midterms in law school. Your entire grade depends on the final. You would think a year and a half of finals would not erase four years of taking midterm…but somehow I find the idea of a midterm quite strange. I keep confusing people by saying, “finals are coming up!”
But of course, I mean midterms!
My first thought when I saw the Sweet Corn Milk was:
“That looks disgusting.”
My second thought was:
“I absolutely have to try it.”
After all, I am genetically half-Wisconsinite and half-Iowan. What better expresses that combination than corn milk?
Turns out…it wasn’t terrible! A little sweet for my tastes but not repulsive at all. It tasted like a desert. Thailand really is obsessed with corn.
My favorite part is the description: “Quality imported sweet corn from New Zealand which contains high vitamin A, E, B1, B2, B6, B12 to meet the needs of health-conscious office workers.”
Also, “Suitable for those on a diet.” Diet from what? Dairy?
Confession time: I am starting to grow a little weary of Thai food. I know other options exist (I live a block away from a KFC) but when not eating convenience store ramen, I stick to Thai foods. When in Thailand, right?
But with my touch of homesickness, I decided I needed something familiar. So what did this redheaded, Anglo-American Midwesterner opt for? Cheese? Brats? Pizza? A Miller Lite?
Nope. I walked downstairs and bought myself kimchi.
And it was amazing. Exactly what the doctor ordered.
(Also, the packaging states: “Kimchi helps reduce boredom when eating much meat.” I threw it in my rice porridge, which just goes to show how amazing kimchi is. You can eat it with everything. I once ate it on a peanut butter sandwich.)
“My Grandma loves chickens,” I say to the 8th person in an hour. “She collects chicken figurines and other chicken stuff.”
Lampang being the chicken bowl capital of…of the region, if not the world, I found chickens everywhere and on everything. Which of course made me think of my Grandma! And I am bad at keeping stuff to myself. So I made everyone think of my Grandma!
Besides chickens, I found elephant stuff everywhere. My sister-in-law likes elephants. I did not tell as many people about her, but I thought of her often.
Chickens and elephants. Grandma and sister-in-law. I will forever associate Lampang with those two people, even though they did not get to visit it with me. I think I am a little homesick this evening. But I am glad for this opportunity to travel and the fun of carrying memories of my loved ones everywhere I go!
My Fundamental Rights professor does not know what to do with me. About three weeks into class, he finally walked over and asked if I was one of the students. As I sit in the front row every week, I found this question somewhat surprising. I said I was. He said, “Ahhh” and slowly backed away.
Two weeks after that, he again walked over and asked if I was taking the midterm. I said I was. He said, “Ahhh,” and backed away.
Finally, last week, he asked if I knew how the take-home process worked. I said I had no idea. He walked me through it, apologizing repeatedly for his poor English.
I am still not sure if he knows I am a student like everyone else.
It is funny the way different professors act to having an international student. Some immediately come up and talk to me; others pretend I am no different than anyone else and ignore me. Some go out of their way to explain concepts to me; others occasionally lapse into Thai when trying to explain a concept. Some call me Amy; others refer to me “your international colleague.” Or they avoid calling on me at all.
It is an interesting dynamic and one that has made me vastly more sympathetic for all the international students in the classes I previously attended. I am glad I will have one more year of law school when I get back so I can make more an effort to reach out to them!