Well, it had to be done, didn't it? And since this is both the first and last post, I have won. Thank you all.
Upon closer reading of the recipe, you can use any part of the munkey to make the balls!
Take the incentive to be inventive!!!
Ok, I'll tell you about fish soup in Japan: A friend of mine is going for business to Japan. They go for a dinner with their business partners and in the restaurant they serve soup with living little fishes in it. my friend thought .Oh no ! But he bravely drank out the bowl. The japanese compagion started laughing: Ho, ho, ho, that's very japanese . ho, ho, ho.... but we don't eat the fish......
That really happened to a guy who hates fish and he was afraid, his company could fire him when he don't the things which Europian (and their bosses :-| ) believe they have to do, to get some contracts.
Ergh! How awful! LOL!
When I was about 14 years old - before cars were invented, but just after they discovered fire - I went to visit a friend of mine. She was an Indian girl from Malaysia, I think, and her parents were very traditional. She wasn't home, but they pressed me to stay for lunch, because of their hospitable culture. They made me very welcome, but I was absolutely horrified to see the mother cooking up a big pot of chicken livers. The taste of any liver disgusts me, apart from the very thought! But I was a good girl, and I dutifully ate the horrors, and acted as if I really enjoyed them. I was obviously convincing, because they made me have a second helping. I wanted to throw up. I have often thought of that occasion, and I was glad I didn't hurt their feelings, but I hope never to be forced to do that again!
And your story also reminds me of one of the Australian Government representatives who was sent to China some time in the 1960s, I think. He was a working class man before he got into politics. At a banquet, they served little bowls to everyone. He sipped his, it tasted like lemon, so he drank it. To his severe embarassment, he later realised he'd just drunk the contents of his finger bowl.
How about a big bowl of slime eels to whet your appetite?
Us winners don't indulge in trivial sliminess. We eat high on the hog and not what they walk on.
Someone I know was involved in an expedition in Kazakhstan. At one point he and his colleagues were invited to a feast by a local chieftain - the kind of invitation you can't possibly refuse. Among the tents, in the gathering dark of the evening, they were given a special drink: a rare honour. It was fermented mare's milk. Furthermore, as my friend raised it to his lips and drank it, he felt some tiny things wriggle. He didn't dare ask...
Thank you both for ruining tea (the evening meal). Just for that alone, you lose! Gesine and I win.
I think Chris and Kevin will eat everything someone serves to them without any questions and also if there is a warning sign at the border of the plate.
And because women are more careful we'll win.
Bitten off more than you can chew?
Dez's soup needs no written warning. It has a radiant glow under low light conditions.
Being careful doesn't win this. Only being first does.
I wonder if the soup can be marketed as a potent alternative to sun lamps during winter conditions? There could be some money in this. As the originator of the idea, I will be happy to accept generous royalties from Dez.
Oh, and by the way - I'm still winning!
Cris, no wonder you're losing. It's the last who wins, not the first. I rest that case again.
Poor little deluded Pomgolian moth person. How I pity you, for the inevitable disappointment you will feel when you realise you have lost. Tragic, I tells ya.
Dez, you have over-used the word Pomgolian so much that our site shows up in the results of a Google search of the word.
On the other hand, your soup has failed to be indexed by Google.
One suspects that even now there is some poor little Google webcrawler staggering around completely overcome by the fumes, er, aroma of this soup.
Hu,... First of all I had ask Mr. Google what the word Pomgolian means. I found it here:
Is this word only in Australia or do all english speaking nations use it? Without the English themselves??
But secret recepies, like that for Dez's soup, you will never find by Google
Dez already knows about that site as she bought something for a 'Friend' from the Pomgolian store. She was looking for something with which to serve her soup.
"A derogatory term for the English used by Australians."
I find it odd that they have a derogatory term for the dialect the Aussies speak! :)
We have a Pomgolian name brand section in our Wal-Mart stores right next to the Hello Kitty. The items all have their signature puff balls on them.
So Dez, you are saying you have to be last to be first to win this thing?
I say that I am first in order to be last like I am now!
One thing people have to understand is that Australians only bother insulting people they like.
Gesine, it's a bit like calling Americans, "Yankees". But it is just an Australian term. Obviously now many of the international folk on this board are using it! LOL
the winner has to last the race & come in last !
.. like now.
Already over - now it's me
Sorry. Slides to the front on her behind. As long as there's a behind in it, it's last.
By the way. I was very wrong in my iinformation. I think the New Zealanders may have coined the term, "Pomgolian". Cunning little blighters, those kiwis!
Dear me! The thread has started to deteriorate so quickly in my absence. Just as well I've returned, in front again naturally.
But not in front of my behind, so I still win.
Being in front will not last as the last person gets the last laugh and the win!