While we've certainly crossed a wide and varied swath of terrain during the course of ICFC
(gross fish parts, different gross fish parts, inappropriate jellies, death fruit), one area that we've regrettably neglected is, doye
, junk foods. This is odd because... well, you've seen my picture. I'm a man who knows, intimately, perhaps biblically
, all the ways in which a basic food stuff can be processed, chemically altered, and slathered in a powder that's a color not found in nature and that tastes of Nacho Cheese. So, let's correct this oversight. To the snack isles, kiddos, post-
It's... Japanese Crispy Seaweed: Tom Yum Goong Flavor:
Okay, now first off... before any of you Picky Pattys
call me on it... yes, I recognize that this product is, in fact, Japanese and not Chinese. However, if you'll glance up top, you'll see that the title of this post is "It Came From Chinatown," not "It Came From China." And guess where I bought said seaweed cracker thingies? Yup. Chinatown. On Mott Street, if anyone is interested, at a candy store operated by the most severe, angry Asian woman I have ever seen (I've seen roughly six severe, angry Asian women in my life). Anyway, my point is that these are totally within the confines of the experiment and if you disagree well then you can suck my Tom Yum Goong
, which... he says, segueing like a motherfucker... brings us to the reason I bought these in the first place: The flavor.
Tom Yum Goong
? Is what exactly? I have no idea. Judging by the graphic on the bag, it's possibly some sort of soup, possibly an animated shrimp, or possibly the guy with steam coming out his ears.
Oh, speaking of:
Okay, I know it's their country and they can represent themselves in cartoon form any way they choose, but... yikes... how is this not
considered a racist caricature? Particularly since it's not being sold exclusively in Asia. If this exact same thing was drawn up and mass-marketed by a group of white advertising executives, they'd get karate-chopped across the skull by a million most honorable lawsuits before they could say, "me so solly
, happy fun Orientals."
WOW... holy shit... sorry... that was... awful... I think the picture is rubbing off on me in a horrible way, like how hanging with the bad kids in school leads you to smoking cigarettes and taking the Lord's name in vain and feeling up slutty girls behind the gym before curfew which, okay, that part was a bonus.... but...
Look, my point, which I'll grant you fell of this truck a few miles back, is that Tom Yum Goong
is a flavor that's new to me. This, my friends, is a rare occasion indeed. Thus, I had to try it, even if it is found on dried seaweed, which I bet looks just frightening:
! It's like someone skinned an Orc
and left it out in the sun and forgot it was there for a million years and then said, "Oh hey I skinned an Orc
a million years ago... hey, I wonder if I could sell all that Orc
skin as a snack food...?" The odd thing about this crispy seaweed is that it has no weight... like, none. One strip of it weighs exactly as much as a puff of smoke or a Prom Queen fart or a newborn baby's sigh.
Let's get on with it, hmmm
The texture is what you notice first. It's rough, sort of cat's tongue-y; it would be just the thing to pack in the empty spaces between the cardboard box and your stereo when you're moving apartments. However, it's not something you'd want rasping against the inside of your mouth. But the texture is really a non-issue because, suddenly, the taste of the damn thing shows up and subsequently that's really all you can focus on:
Well, I've figured out the mystery of Tom Yum Goong
flavor. There are strong notes of week-old shrimp sushi, the kind you'd find at a suburban grocery store in a refrigerated case next to the place where they decorate cakes, and they're backed up by a dry, saltiness that brings to mind a shipwrecked pirate galleon that fell through a rip in the fabric of time and landed in the middle of the Mojave desert. There's also a subtle swampiness
to the crispy seaweed... you're left with the same aftertaste that you get when you soul kiss a Louisiana hillbilly who lives in a shack on the Bayou.
Worried that I was just tasting the seaweed and not getting the true Tom Yum Goong
experience, I decided to lick it in a effort to get just the seasoning, much like how one attacks a Cool Ranch Dorito
when the Cool Ranch is all that one desires:
Oddly enough, doing this produced no flavor at all. Texturally, it was sort of like rubbing my tongue against a My First Cheese-Grater, by Playskool
, but otherwise there wasn't a whole lot going on. I don't know if they use some sort of black magic to infuse the seaweed itself with the Tom Yum Goong
flavor (which I guess, final judgement, is just shrimp... maybe), but they certainly don't season their snack food like we do here in America, which I think you'll agree is just down right un
-American. I mean, come on
, other countries! Be like us, already!
But, yeah, Japanese crispy seaweed: Tom Yum Goong
flavor was just awful. Not something I'd eat on a dare, much less as a tasty treat while watching the baseball game (although I will
eat it for you good people's amusement, apparently). If it's all the same to you, Japan, I'll stick to Cheez
See y'all next week!!!