Cooking aboard or outdoors

We don't eat FUGU in Mexico, but our version of risky dining is street tacos.

 

Interesting article. Expensive in more important ways than gold it is.

 

Chicken stuffed onto a stick might not be praiseworthy, but this peanut sauce is:

Peanut oil to cook
200g packet of roasted peanuts, coarsely chopped
3 cloves garlic, finely chopped
small onion, finely chopped
8 small chillies, finely chopped
200ml can coconut milk
2tblsp palm sugar or brown sugar
1 kaffir lime leaf, shredded
Juice of half a lime

Heat oil in a saucepan over medium heat, add peanuts, garlic, shallot and chilli and sauté for 3-4 minutes or until soft. Add remaining ingredients and bring to a simmer, then reduce heat to low and simmer for 30 minutes.

Add a little water or more coconut milk if necessary to make a sauce thick enough to adhere to chicken without being runny.

 

sounds and looks good!
could you substitute monkey meat?
i learned to like monkey on a stick in Fillipines.

 

I'm booking my flight now... Inflate the mattress in the spare room and make a double batch!

 

Finally had that flight. It was awesome! Such a lethargic and docile aircraft... No wonder they were so popular with pilots in its day.

 

Are you sure it was monkey meat?

The last time I was in Olongapo City (about 40 years ago), there seemed to be a distinct shortage of stray cats....

 

Absolutely certain it was 'mystery' meat and fairly sure it was monkey. I have eaten both monkey and cat, when I knew the actual source. They are not similar. Cat resembles chicken, and monkey tastes like excellent pork.
Olongapo was a great liberty town in the 60s.

 

I remember those days fondly. Still have a scar on one arm, where a gal used a butterfly knife on me.

I waltzed into my favorite bar, sat down and ordered a drink, and asked one of the bar girls where Mary was. The girl plopped down at my table and told me something like, "She know your ship here. She go home, fix hair, change dress, make pretty..."

Unfortunately, Mary showed up just about then. She saw me sitting with another woman, jumped to conclusions, and went for my face with the knife in her purse.

I got my arm in the way, dumped my chair backwards, got up and started running around tables -- with Marines and Sailors cheering Mary on, and making bets on whether she'd get me.

We went round and round a table in one corner, and then Mary started climbing straight over the table at me. The gal I'd been talking to grabbed a handful of her hair above each ear, yanked her back onto the floor, started rattling off Tagalog until she calmed down, then let her go.

I flopped into a chair, and Mary asked, "you no butterfly? You just talk?" I said, "that's right, sweetie. Me no effing butterfly."

Whereupon she asked, "well, why you no say?!?" While I was looking for an answer to that she landed in my lap, gave me a big wet kiss and asked, "miss me?" Then she grabbed a napkin and started dabbing the blood off my arm, to boos from the Marines who'd lost money on me.

 

I'm afraid I WAS a butterfly in those days! But not 2 different girls in the same Club.
I went from flower to flower and told all of them, "ini ibig kita"
Not a lie, just a "temporary" truth!

 

A constant reminder of the good ol' days, eh?

 

Did YOU visit Subic, PI Sheetwise?

 

Nope. My scars are from more traditional Western encounters, and the stories behind them are nowhere near as colorful. I value them nonetheless.

 

In Viet Nam I got grazed by a bullet, I got scorched near an explsion, I got a couple broken ribs. And I lost weight. 205 lbs to 165 lbs in a year. Nothing serious.
I got home to Florida and nearly died. Got shot in a kidney, stabbed in the groin, and my hand lacerated stopping a broken beer bottle aimed at my face. These were 3 separate events about a year apart.
Florida can be more dangerous than a war zone!

 

Olangapo and especially Subic are nothing anymore. Angelkes is the place.

I doubt you ate monkey --I think you were only told you were.

Although monkey eating was in the Borneo region quite a bit ways south from Subic and that was the brain only.

Tied my yacht up to Corrigador pier one night on my way to Singapore. 1992 just after MT Pinatobo blew before moving on to the Verdi pass and Kota kinabaloo .