I sort of snuck up on today's snack. An unfamiliar vendor, on a familiar road, delivered a familiar snack.
I've blogged about this snack before, but a version with different dimensions. These puddings came in little ceramic teacups. This type of vendor often roams the streets, stopping only to sell a styrofoam container full of calories. Delicious ones at that.
On the way home I passed the local government school and a boy in a scout uniform, maybe twelve or so, called me Farang kee nok, or "bird shit foreigner." Disappointing, but not uncommon. Kind of ruined my snack.