Mai sai prik na ka, (no chili, please) is what I always say when I buy a short-order meal. Sometimes the instruction is followed; sometimes I just have to sip ice cold Coke all the way. Chili is major in Thailand. Where fruit chunks are what you normally see on your blender, it is chili here. You have to watch what you sniff or look at if you pass by street food cooking or you sneeze and tear up as some aroma finds its way to your eyes and nostrils.
Biting red and dry, these quiet chilis are practically harmless... until they are stir frying in the wok. What could be next...
Ingredients beyond what makes up ketchup or mustard are on display too.
It is early Sunday market in Saraburi. This tent finally sets me in the mood for commerce.
Biting red and dry, these quiet chilis are practically harmless... until they are stir frying in the wok. What could be next...
Ingredients beyond what makes up ketchup or mustard are on display too.
It is early Sunday market in Saraburi. This tent finally sets me in the mood for commerce.
Comments
well presented indeed.
Photo Cache, I am beginning to look for it as well when it's not in my food. Long years have trained my sense of smell to wonder about if when it's missing
Leslie, that's how I used feel when I was adjusting my palate to this land of chili patches :)
Glennis, in many ways, yes it does.
Makes me want to go to market.
I did nail biting
(I hope its good english ;(
My mother put chillie on my nails
and when I would bite
auwwwwwwwwww.......it burns....
:( :(
I never did it again !!!!
lols
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