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Sure. But it's completely, deeply, and weirdly out of their historical background. And yet consonant with the Japanese/Taiwanese etc current fascination (last 30 years or so) with the stuff. Bottled, I presume. Hellman's? Yeo's? Monlap's? This is fascinating stuff. ( )

Whaaaa? Hm?

Riiiight. Welcome to eGullet.

An excellent account by an excellent Ellen. Wonderful photographs. Now: Whaaaa?

Saslove's in Byward Market.

s'kat, ouch. Sorry. Suzanne, was this recently?

Eat skate kimchi: there is a barber showing photographs Of every head he's had the pleasure to know. And all the people that come and go Stop and say hello. On the corner is a banker with a motorcar, The little children laugh at him behind his back. And the banker never wears a mack In the pouring rain, very strange. Skate kimchi is in my ears and in my eyes. There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back Eat skate kimchi: there is a fireman with an hourglass And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen. He likes to keep his fire engine clean, It's a clean machine. Skate kimchi is in my ears and in my eyes. A four of fish and finger pies In summer, meanwhile back Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray And tho' she feels as if she's in a play She is anyway. Eat skate kimchi: the barber shaves another customer, We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim. And then the fireman rushes in From the pouring rain, very strange. Skate kimchi is in my ears and in my eyes. There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back. Skate kimchi is in my ears and in my eyes. There beneath the blue suburban skies... Skate kimchi.

Perhaps they just use lemon peel in with the olives during the pressing?

Urf. They have that stupid calamari sandwich that Nob did that horrible FN Canada advert about.

It's here.

I'd like to be under the sea Eating octopus kimchi in the shade He'd let us in, knows where we've been Eating octopus kimchi in the shade I'd ask my friends to come and see And eat octopus kimchi with me I'd like to be under the sea Eating octopus kimchi in the shade. We would be warm below the storm In our little hideaway beneath the waves Resting our head on the sea bed Eating octopus kimchi near a cave We would sing and dance around because we know we can't be found I'd like to be under the sea Eating octopus kimchi in the shade We would shout and swim about The coral that lies beneath the waves (Lies beneath the ocean waves) Oh what joy for every girl and boy Knowing they're happy and they're safe (Happy and they're safe) We would be so happy you and me No one there to tell us what to do I'd like to be under the sea Eating octopus kimchi with you.

You're in luck, September 27th I'm running a class on smoking meat. Klink! Klink! Klink!

Other than soul food, what is your favorite cuisine? Do you cook it at home or go to restaurants to enjoy it?

Paula?

I think Adam might be right about it being bleached by lime etc.

Did it taste like beef? Or like chicken?

Andy, I just had to say: great title.

Karen, not so. That's a myth. While brown rice (which I also like very much) has marginally more nutrients they are in a form that is less digestible.

I am.

Gah. No mooncakes. Pork gyoza. Enjoy, browniebaker.

I know. I'm sorry. Like herbacidal, I very much admire the creativity of pastry chefs. I have seen some stunning objects. But they don't seem to me to be food. They had might as well be made of glass and plastic.

You could PM inventolux and ask him to post here. He's your go-to guy for this stuff.

Steak. And a baguette with cold butter. What could be faster?

Mark, I like Tabasco and Lousiana Hot Sauce for a quick schplutz on grilled cheese sandwiches. The shop was out of Lousiana and so I bought Frank's Red Hot. What do you think of Frank's?

Bux, you certainly know by now that I do not believe eating is just a matter of ingesting nutritionally pointed calories. But I object to desserts strenously as the opposite of eating actual food. Certainly many Chinese and Japanese dishes are inordinately sweet. I object to them as well. I object to more than the slightest most judicious use of sugars, and then only in balance with other flavour profiles. In short, I am a very very objectionable woman. At least in this regard.