Guest Post by: Yesterday-ME,
(a feverishly unreliable narrator).
I *may* have walked into an Asian goods store yesterday afternoon and told an elderly person that I was sick and she should pretend to be my grandmother and sell me her most effective curative.
I think there must have been a pointing to some seeds because I have a bag of seeds here and a half-eaten package of nori. (My mouth is so dry!) I clearly also was taking pictures of sundry amusing products that I didn’t purchase.
I like to think there is a pleasant Asian Benjamin Buford Blue that stocks the shelves and would love to tell one about various preparations of Gluten. I didn’t really interact with anyone though, not that I remember. I also now worry about whether my food tastes too much like Panda.
(Or, tastes insufficiently like Panda.)
She *may* have called me Bánh Phôńg Chay. Which is only about as wrong as my hope she had Ancient Chinese Health Secrets. Because I am probably about as much a white “vegeterain” as she was Chinese. (I think she was maybe half Vietnamese? I am usually pretty good at the “what flavor of ethnic are you”, but I was not in the best state for critical analysis).
Anyhow, given how much I eventually consumed, I’ve probably peed out some large fraction of 10000% of a normal human’s RDA of Vitamin C, but (!) I am back with a vengeance.