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While perusing the aisles at Vien Dong (a local San Diego Asian grocery store which is now called something else, but everyone still calls it Vien Dong) my eyes ran across a box of salted duck eggs. Instantly this gave me flashbacks of my childhood. I remember my Uncle Albert used to eat these eggs with chopped up tomatoes splashed in a black pepper vinegar bath with a side of rice. Well, in between yell reminding me, my brother and my cousins that the living room isn’t a baseball diamond he’d get a chance to shovel some handfuls in his mouth. What an excellent Kodak moment to capture. You have my Uncle Albert (1st generation Filipino-American) still keeping the homeland ways with his duck eggs and his nephews and nieces (2nd generation Filipino-Americans) transitioning into American culture with our baseball, Jordache jeans and sense of self-entitlement.

Anyswayntech, my adult self ate the duck eggs with tomatoes and rice while watching season 2 of HBO’s OZ. They were nostalgically salty and delicious.

AMERICA, FUCK YEAH!

I got this email from one of our brother’s from across the pond in the UK. Look at that stack of mince pies! Stacks on stacks on stacks…

Infographic by Sovereign Health Care

Unbeknown to me, a month ago pizza was declared a vegetable by the USDA. It seems as if the government has resorted to the shape matching method to classify foods. Apparently, any foods that are triangle shaped will now be considered a vegetable. So get your healthy on and fill up on all the tortilla chips your stomach desires. Also, if you can slice any food into a triangle that automatically switches that food into a vegetable.

You’d think it would be difficult to re-categorize a food, however, it’s a simple equation. All you have to be is a complaining money hungry corporation that supplies food to schools nationwide. It’s all explained here in this articleby Tom Philpott. In a nutshell, to meet the Dietary Guidlines for Americans rules (PDF)all you have to do is eat two servings of vegetables in your meals for an incredible diet. Sound great, right? Well, two servings of tomato counts. Pizza has two servings of tomato sauce so qualifies as a vegetable under these guidelines. Tater tots and French Freedom fries also count.     

Coming soon: Death of a 5th grader by vegetable clogging arteries. The vegetable in question – triangle shaped burrito. It’s okay though. It’s triangle shaped. Totally legal. No flag on the play.

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The property company who owns the building that I work in decided to surprise its tenants by buying us lunch at the Devilicious Food Truck. By my estimate (and I’m Asian so my estimate holds more weight than an obese person’s wheelchair) their has to be at least 150+ people that work in this building. Knowing that the company serving us wasn’t towing an entire restaurant complete with minimum wage line cooks behind them, I was already impressed by their gusto to feed the massive population out of a single truck.

When I got into the communal area, the line was about 20 ass-cracks deep. When it was my turn to order I was met by a friendly misses who took my butter poached lobster grilled cheese sandwich order, spelled my named correctly on the receipt and was sweet enough to answer my dumb ass questions. She did this all in a cheerful, welcoming bravado. I tip my hat to her for being so joyful and responsive to my inquisitiveness even though I must’ve been the hundredth cubicle robot to approach the window.

The lovely misses at the pick-up window pronounced my name right (Kay-Lub, not Kay-Leb), I picked up my order and held it over my head like baby Simba from The Lion King. I said, “Lobster Grilled Cheese, you see all of these office workers? When you grow up you will be the dictator of all of them”. Back at my desk, I sinked my rabbit fronts into the sandwich. My first impression was the taste equivalent of this song:

I must have blanked out from grilled cheese sandwich badassness because next thing I know I was looking down at a few crust pieces and three french fries. Also, I had no pants on. Odd. I was sad ’cause my time with the sandwich was short lived, but happy because that mofo was mega incredible.

Al B Bach!