Culinary Imperialism: Kabuto Noodles Beef Pho

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I am (not at all) delighted to introduce a new posting category to my blog, because I have been living in Oxford for one month now and I cannot believe the swill they’re trying to pass off as Asian food here.

I have lost eight pounds (in weight) so far. I have lost over a hundred pounds (in money) trying to find something, anything, that my taste buds recognize as food.

The Sainsbury’s near my dorm is small; there were exactly three kinds of cup noodle available to me, none of which I recognized. It was my own fault for going shopping after the Asian market on Hythe Bridge Road had already closed for the night. I took the gamble out of sheer desperation.

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I pretty much know from the get-go that this is going to be a disaster. Claims about “authentic Asian flavours?” Check. Orientalist mumbo-jumbo? Check. Super classy joke about suicide? Got that too!

But I’m dying for pho. The weather in Oxford is so dry that I’ve had a sore throat since the day I arrived. And I came here after having spent most of the last year in Seattle, where there is a pho restaurant on nearly every street.

So I put the kettle on, add my water, wait three minutes and…

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Wait. WAIT. THOSE AREN’T EVEN PHO NOODLES. I’VE BEEN LIED TO.

It gets worse. The cup describes this mess as “a fresh tasting noodle dish with beef, soy, garlic and ginger.” I taste none of those things. The broth has exactly one flavor: water. I have to add soy sauce just to wake up my taste buds.

The egg noodles (why did they label this pho) are gummy; I can’t find the advertised beef. Despite the fact that I’ve stirred it thoroughly, all the seasoning has settled; it’s only when I reach the last inch and a half of the meal that I am punched in the mouth with an explosion of salt and mint.

INGREDIENTS: Egg Noodle (62%) (Wheat Flour, Pasteurised Egg, Salt, Colour Beta-Carotene), Sugar, Lactose, Red Pepper, Onion, Yeast Extract, Spring onion, Beef (1.8%), Sweetcorn, Wheat flour, Vegetable oil, Natural Flavour, Dried Soya Sauce (2%), Salt, Spices (Pepper, Ginger (0.4%), Cinnamon, Chilli), Mushroom, Garlic (0.7%), Coriander Leaf, Mint.

You know, I’m not an expert or anything, but just off the top of my head, here are some of the things that actually go into pho: rice noodles, bean sprouts, lime, a broth that actually tastes of something because it was made with some measure of care. None of those things actually made it into this cup.

Is it awful? Yes. Am I gonna finish it anyway? Yes, because I paid two pounds for this ticket on the express bus to Miserytown and I’m a broke scholarship student. But I am not buying it again.

こひのうたとて

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かきつばたいと面白く咲きたるに覚ゆるはただ「男、ありけり」

Composed as a love poem

Prompted by the irises blooming elegantly, all I can recall is, “long ago, there was a man…”

 解釈/Interpretation

伊勢物語の第9段に連想する。
Alludes to the 9th section of Ise Monogatari.

The first post is always the most awkward.

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Hi, Internet. My name is Iori and I’m a writer.

Hi, Iori.

It started when I was a kid. I had too many feelings; I couldn’t find any way to squash them down and make them fit into such a tiny body. So I started vomiting them up on scrap paper, on post-its, on blank Word documents.

I couldn’t quit if I tried.

I’m not sure I write about things so much as around them. I write around existing in the diaspora, about having or not having or gaining or losing a sense of place. I write around my relationship to the kami. I write around waiting and solitude and yearning.

But mainly I write stories where girls make out with each other in space. Sometimes they even have racing ships.