Five Little Ducks Went Out To Play...

I got a call today after my afternoon class at 4:30 telling me that I needed to be a meeting at 5. That pretty much sums up how things roll around here. Never mind that I already had a meeting with the other English teachers to write our final exam, I needed to be at the meeting where no one speaks English. Fortunately, they had arranged for a student to translate for me. While we were sitting there, I couldn’t help but wonder why it was so important for me to be there. They were just talking about paperwork that the students in my Saturday class have to complete. Oh well.

After the meeting, we went to dinner at my favorite restaurant here. It is my favorite not so much for the food, though it is good, but because the waiters and waitresses dress in traditional minority costumes. They are so beautiful!

As we were enjoying our dinner, I had my third “You’re Gonna Eat That” moment. We were enjoying some pretty banging food, and I was talking to Candy about some of the dishes like bacon and roasted duck. All of a sudden, we came to a dish of some mixed meats, one of which I thought was another type of bacon. As I was eating it, Candy said, “I am not sure what you call this in English, but I will tell you what it means…fried stomach of a duck.” No, I did not immediate spit it out of my mouth. I told her that we don’t typically eat organ meat and so we don’t have a special name for it. I called it fried duck stomach. I have to say, I really like it. It is just like really crunchy bacon, so Court you would NOT like it.