no idea if i spelled that right- i guess i could have read it off the shirts the ladies at this shithouse were wearing! our pioneer, meg, went out this am to 'scope' for good babi guleng (roasted pork) and found a little roadside shack at the end of our street so we headed over there for dinner- at the cheap cheap price of 15,000...shifty to say the least, is the general opinion when we get there- there are just plates of indescribable, unrecognizable , well, things. No pig actually in sight.....but Tim orders three with enthusiasm anyways ( my stomach is still a little rough so i sat this one one ...whew:) after a few minutes of discussing how long the 'babi' might have been sitting out there in that heat, three plates of , stuff, arrive along with rice and mystery broth...i have to give credit to tim, who meg was calling her "little babi" because he dug right in, picking up each little bit and poppping it in his mouth without hesistation, only to then be the designated "describer" for what everything tasted like. his reposnse was mostly " tastes like pork" duh. so even meg took bites and tastes od hers, but not without a little lip action!! ten minutes later, after tim has siphoned through all three plates for "the good bits" we leave behind, no one feeling full and jon describing the experience as " you know when you dont want to chew it because you just know its dirty and will tast dirty....that is how i felt"
hahaha
points to anyone for deciphering what any of the mystery "babi bits" are!
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