Fun to Make, Fun to Eat

This could change our relationship, but it’s important to be honest: I have a thing for eating babies. I don’t quite know where, when or how it started...it’s a sick obsession…but if you’ve ever seen photos of me and my nieces, you’ll realize this is not a joke. And, on Wednesday night my dreams were realized and I did in fact consume a baby….many…fish eggs I believe (which may make me a bit of a hypocrite too). I can’t give many more details given that it was 3:30am, and I’d met some neighbourhood foreigners for too much beer and flavoured soju. I do remember a large pot, boiling on our table, and ambitiously searching for babies to satiate my drunken hunger pangs. Hurrah for wish fulfillment!