I discovered a new species in Myanmar. And I didn’t even have to go into a jungle and get bitten by malarial mosquitoes. Instead, I made this exciting discovery at the grocery store (and got bitten by infectious insects at my crappy hostel).
In the refrigerated section, I noticed the following package:
Obviously, chicken person was some sort of amusing mistranslation – although one wonders why the label was translated into English anyway. My mother solved the first mystery – it should be chicken parson’s nose. I have never heard this term before, but it apparently refers to the tail end of a chicken. (It’s also called a Pope’s nose or Sultan’s nose, depending upon whom you want to offend.) Now I know, although I’m still not certain how one should prepare them.
Perhaps they might pair well with Burmese wine, which I wound up buying in Myanmar, but trying in the Tokyo airport. (Despite the fact that the bottle was in a sealed duty-free bag and I had taken it through the Kuala Lumpur, Hanoi, Da Nang, and Singapore airports without a problem, Tokyo security would not let it through. I pleaded to be allowed to try it. At first, I was refused. But I persisted, and was finally led out of the security area and left to my own devices. I tried it after first recording the bottle’s description:
“The decent Muscat aroma in combination with a trace of Hollander and Acacia flowers dominates the overall aroma. Extract-rich, full-mouth taste reflects the berries at the moment when they were freshly harvested. The ensuing elegant acid structure gives this wine its full and famous and lasting after-taste.”
It certainly had a lasting after-taste – a pretty horrible one. Oh well, what was I really expecting from a $3 bottle of Burmese wine?
Haha disgusting!
Your posts always make me laugh out loud – thanks for the entertainment!!