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Friday, April 26, 2013
Speak to me of padaek
And some poor pa ferments, pungent, chunky and spicy.
Alas, so unlikely to catch on like sriracha or sushi, at least in this century.
I look at your lips, appreciatively pondering
All that has passed beyond those lovely gates for your jai ngam lai,
Where even the last bit of fish is not forgotten or left behind.