Tomorrow I am flying to Thailand. I'll be there for 27 days, hopefully blogging up a storm.
I'll also be eating. A lot. And talking about it. A lot. Food and beaches are pretty much tied when it comes to my top motivators for traveling there. (Sulli, you too.)
I'm a pretty big mutant when it comes to my food obsession—apparently some people find my fervor when discussing artisan cheeses slightly creepy—and Thai cooking involves a few of my most favorite things: ginger, garlic, chillies, coconut milk, lime and fresh herbs.
I'll be spending most of my time in the South, on the Western coast, so I think it's a fair assumption that I'll be munching down on scores of seafood and probably get to sample some truly strange stuff. (At least to my conservative Western palette; when it comes to first-hand experience with authentic global cuisine, I might as well be Sarah Palin—with less moose.) I hope to eat at least a few Bourdain-worthy cuts of meat, and live to tell the tale.
This time tomorrow, I'll be over the Pacific.
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