Walt's unexpected trip to the big smoke -- see below -- led inevitably to a bout of serious shopping in a Chinese supermarket. Here are some of the things I saw on offer...
Pork blood curb -- On closer (but not too close) inspection this turned out to be cubes of what I took to be pig's blood.
Chinese Yellow croaker -- Not frog, but fish.
Forzen silver fish -- Not bugs, but little fish, like sardines, frozen solid.
Mrs. Walt, observing my greenish complexion, refrained from buying any of that stuff, contenting herself with chicken claws.
Then we went for lunch at a little restaurant which featured duck noodle soup -- a change from chicken -- and "real viscera in noodle soup". I went with the duck.
Next time you're eating chow mein and sweet and sour chicken balls -- the best part of the chicken -- be aware that it's not real Chinese food!
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