As of now, I love Thai food. I love it because nothing is forced on me and I can make and order what I want. It wasn’t always the case.
It’s February 2011 and I’ve only been in Thailand a month or so and I’m still not used to the strange food my host family keeps putting in front of me every evening. I’ve had a few meals of nothing but rice and a few bites of something I don’t like.
My host mother’s sister would sometimes visit to tease me in Thai. One day she brought some food, or at least I think it was supposed to be eaten. I don’t remember exactly what it was. My host family put it in front of me during dinner. Mother, father, brother, sister-in-law and two kids stared at me and waited to see my reaction to the food. I tasted it. It was horrible, but I kept a poker face.
They asked me if I liked it and I said it was okay. They began to giggle and asked me again if I liked it. They wanted the truth so I gave it to them. I said I didn’t like it.
The entire family shook with laughter. It was as if it was the answer they were hoping for. I asked them what was so funny.
“We don’t like it either!”
It’s not just Americans who can’t eat some of this shit.