Saturday, November 04, 2006
One of the interesting things about living in our neighborhood is the fabulous array of smells. Walk into our back yard and there's the smell of cat pee. Wake up in the morning and you can get a whiff of frying breakfast at the local seafood joint. As I head to school, I usually get a pungent whiff from the de-facto latrine next to our house where the drunk guys pee. And then there are days like today when Old Guy and his wife Sourpuss decide to cook up a SE Asian specialty such as, and I'm only guessing based on the smell here, Fried durian stuffed with cat bowels, aged fish and onions. Thank god that this seems to be just a sometimes food because somehow the aroma has the ability to penetrate brick walls.