The other day one of my students asked if he could take me out for a snack, around 4 in the afternoon. I have been making a point of always taking up my students offers when I can, so I heartily agreed to go on a culinary adventure with him. Little did I know the two day eating saga I was about to embark on.
(Note, please forgive the lack of pictures, they were on the camera that got stolen, see below…)
For the first part of the snack, we drove downtown to a little restaurant that specialized in the food of Hue. (See two posts previous for information of Hue.) We sat down and had three dishes. The first was Banh bo, a sort of rice pancake with shredded meat and veggies, all covered in delish croutons and coconut milk. Next we had a different sort of Bun, noodles with more shredded veggies and coconut milk and lots of fish sauce. Finally we had shrimp spring rolls, wrapped with mint and green onion and lemon grass, with an awesome dipping sauce. At this point, I was rather full, but was informed we were going to eat “dessert.”
Turns out dessert was snails, along with the half developed duck eggs the Vietnamese are so fond of. The former consisted of tender, delicious snails boiled in a sweet pepper sauce. They were quite good. The latter are hard boiled duck eggs that have been allowed to partially develop into ducks. You end up eating the yolk, white, as well as a soft baby bird. The first time I tried to eat one; I couldn’t get past the whole idea of eating a duck fetus. This time, I just tried not to think about it. They are actually quite good. Dessert having been eaten, I was finally taken home. Needless to say, I didn’t eat dinner.
The next day the same student, with a few others, took Danielle and me to breakfast. We had an awesome Chinese dish of Fried eggs, meat ball type things, lots of yummy sauce, and rice pancake type things. All with a mini baguette to sop everything up. It was really good, and would have been perfect on a morning after a few too many cocktails. Afterwards we were taken to Karaoke, at 9am, on a Sunday. We were not given much say in the matter. I had a great time, singing such classics as “Barbie girl”-Aqua, “you make my dreams come true”-Hall and Oates and “my heart will go on”-Celine Dion.
Afterwards my body was very confused, as we had spent 2 hours in a dark room, doing what I normally consider a nighttime activity. It was an interesting start to a Sunday. Later Danielle and I played volleyball with some German volunteers we have met, as well as a lot of very talented locals. Even though I am at least a foot taller than most these Vietnamese men, they can jump very high, and are excellent at sending that ball. I had a good time making some blocks and spikes that were hard to counter, given one of the German girls and myself were the only two above 6feet in height.