When I was a kid, I saw in my paternal grandma's kitchen was a chicken flopping around, blocked from entering the living room by a plank slotted in between. I asked grandma, was the chicken a pet? She no, it was for dinner. Before sunset, grandma slit its throat and cooked it.
I was also in my maternal grandma's kitchen, two turtles crawling around. Same old style of blocking them from entering the living room by a slotting a plank in between. My little sis played with them asked to keep them as pets but grandma said no, they're for dinner, sansui soup.
When I grew up and went to US, my boss's niece was just 5 years old. She slapped her 6-foot long Alsatian with fangs longer than her fingers around and the Alsatian cowered, cornered and whined softly. I asked her how'd she do that? She said, just make sure it understands that I'm its owner and I know how to kill it, if necessary, and don't worry, once it understands that you're my friend and uncle, it won't bark at you anymore.
When I was living in Thailand, one fine day, my GF came home from wet market happily with a few live frogs in still wet plastic bag. I was like, my goodness, you know how to slaughter and skin the frogs? She said no problem. It was a good frog porridge dinner for us that evening.
Back in Singapore, I made a Viet GF. She liked strolling along the riverside with me and one fine day, we came across a stray dog. She went up to pat and cuddle it and hugged it back home. I was thinking shit, another lamp post in our romance? But no, it became another romantic dinner.
I was also in my maternal grandma's kitchen, two turtles crawling around. Same old style of blocking them from entering the living room by a slotting a plank in between. My little sis played with them asked to keep them as pets but grandma said no, they're for dinner, sansui soup.
When I grew up and went to US, my boss's niece was just 5 years old. She slapped her 6-foot long Alsatian with fangs longer than her fingers around and the Alsatian cowered, cornered and whined softly. I asked her how'd she do that? She said, just make sure it understands that I'm its owner and I know how to kill it, if necessary, and don't worry, once it understands that you're my friend and uncle, it won't bark at you anymore.
When I was living in Thailand, one fine day, my GF came home from wet market happily with a few live frogs in still wet plastic bag. I was like, my goodness, you know how to slaughter and skin the frogs? She said no problem. It was a good frog porridge dinner for us that evening.
Back in Singapore, I made a Viet GF. She liked strolling along the riverside with me and one fine day, we came across a stray dog. She went up to pat and cuddle it and hugged it back home. I was thinking shit, another lamp post in our romance? But no, it became another romantic dinner.
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