Monday, July 06, 2020

HUNGRY GHOSTS

On the 14th day of the 7th month, offerings of teng bang tuk, mian gui and moho kui were left untouched as Deng Xiao Peng opted for a midday beer and George Bernard Reynolds went for an instant shoyu ramen to fuel their argument on whether the Anglo-Persian Oil Company can be considered as socialism with Chinese characteristics.

Isaac Asimov showed no interest, preferring to coach Unimate in the culinary art of grilling mackerel and preparing yakiniku over a pile of burning hell banknotes.  


Takeshi the Samurai Gourmet has descended in Bukit Mertajam, his bento box of Vienna coffee and Neapolitan spaghetti reinforcing Jason's spaghetti marinara and Liberica specialty coffee because he can't cook for the virtual masked men in Baloc who asked for dinakdakan and sisig for their whiskey, brandy and beer.  



What History 101 did not tell about Yuri Gagarin and Neil Armstrong is that they brought mooncakes from space as offering to the Ghost King in exchange for kasane and manthis shrimp sushi, and that perhaps Betty Friedan subisisted on a pasta course, croquettes and brioche while writing The Feminist Mystique.

It might be also possible for Lisa Meitner and Otto Frisch to have accidentally enabled molecular bat kut teh while working on nuclear fission, or for a wayward hashed beef rice gravy to expose Photo 51 to Rosalind Franklin.

In the delicate balance between Giri and Haji, five skewers of yakitori might complement the mild flavors of oden and therefore meld the sharp contrast between Detective Mori and Constable Weitzmann because Taki is gay, Yuto is a gangster, and Rodney Yamaguchi is a rent boy who looks like someone from Romblon whom the Phantom Bikers would want to ride with someday.  

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