know what the contents of the can are...A true story from my friend Simon Bao years ago, one that has
Like the Gerber baby food jars [...] the horror of primitive
peoples on seeing these labels is mythological, though.
undoubtedly been repeated by others more than once ...
Tam set out a bowl of something my godbrother did not recognize.
Some kind of brown meat dish. Chunks of meat in sauce. My god-
brother did not recognize the brown meat dish. And, he says, it
tasted more like a bland American food than a Vietnamese food. No
trace of fish sauce or ginger, no touch of lemongrass or chile
pepper, little or no garlic. Tam had sprinkled some sliced scallion
on top of the meat but that was the only vaguely Vietnamese thing
about it. It looked very much like meat that had been slow-braised
in a Vietnamese caramel sauce, a Thit Kho dish, but there was no
sweetness. And no bones, the meat was boneless and extremely
tender.
My godbrother wondered if this was some "Frenchified" dish, some
Vietnamese adaptation of a French stew that perhaps Tam's mother had
learned somewhere, so he asked Tam what kind of meat it was.
"Dog. It's so delicious, yes."
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