Mai Cai!

I have gotten the most amazing response about my post about Chips, Ahoy!

Mostly, people telling me that YES, you big idiot, they sell these fabulous morsels in Australia. I didn't doubt it. I just haven't seen them before. I don't really go shopping for cookies much because mum or dad usually go grocery shopping and they don't buy many cookies besides the odd pack of Scotch Fingers (my grandpa can decimate a whole pack under a week), and because I tend to make them rather than buy them because it's cheaper and tend to be better.

Except for Chips, Ahoy! I don't think I could make cookies that could stand against them. Because they are flawless morsels of delicious indulgence (not indulgence because I would eat them everyday if I was not on diet).

Yesterday, I went with le fam to a Vietnamese restaurant and ate this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/B%C3%A1nh_cu%E1%BB%91n

Worth every starchy, carb-loaded bite, let me tell you, because they were tasty. I loaded them up with too much of this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/N%C6%B0%E1%BB%9Bc_ch%E1%BA%A5m

Still good. My grandpa got pho and my mum was helping him put bean sprouts and herbs and shit in. She put in the bean sprouts and he was content with this because it's crunchy (he has a strange obsession with lettuce and raw cabbage which are the most disgusting vegetables out there. He hates all other delicious vegetables like brocilli and choy sum, le freak) and white (so he probably figures it's barely a vegetable at all) but then when she got to putting in the Viet mint and basil, he says, "Mai cai!" Which means, "I DON'T WANT ANY FUCKING VEGETABLES, YOU DUMB HO."

I thought it was funny.

I wish that when I was a kid, I could have said to my mum, "Mai cai!" and she wouldn't have given me any vegetables. Alas, I would usually be force fed a whole bunch of kai lan (which, albeit, is the most delicious Chinese vegetable out there, in my opinion, especially stir fried with a little garlic, oyster sauce and fried shallots) while I struggled for breath, pleading with my mother in my naivete, "NO MOAR VEGETABLES. PLEASE, MOMMA."

But the heartless scoundrel would not obey.

MAI CAI, BITCH.

J