Ayutthaya: On Matters Malnutrition

The busy street just around the corner of my guesthouse is crawling with dozens of street vendors, selling all sorts of delectable Thai cuisine. Amongst them are, as I affectionately call them, "stickmeat stalls."

If there’s anything I’ve learned about myself over the last couple of days, it’s this: Given the choice between a well rounded meal and meat on a stick, I will without question go for the meat. Every time. Hands down.

Among the stickmeat sold outside:

• Mini cocktail weenies, as well as their full sized counterparts
• Various meatballs (pork, chicken, fish, shrimp, mystery meat)
• BBQ pork/chicken
• Chicken wings
• A weird meatball thing that looks like a cat head. Not a real cat head, mind you. That’s just wrong. Think of those seasonal Pillsbury cookie dough kits where they have a design like a pumpkin or Santa in the middle…but made of meat.

I’m at risk of scurvy (or any one of a number of deficiency diseases related to lack of a proper diet) if this goes on for much longer.