Fish sauce

[DU Ute]

As nasty as fish sauce smells, it now makes me salivate after two wonderful years partaking of the many tasty concoctions it is used to produce. Amazing that something so foul can be made into something so wonderful. I think I've found an angle for my next talk in church.

[YOhio]

I remember a story I once read about Ho Chi Minh in the biography of Vo Nguyen Giap the military leader of North Vietnam. Ho was from a very poor province in Vietnam, so poor that the residents were called "spoon lickers" because they were to poor to afford rice to put their fish sauce over, but they liked it so much that they would just use wooden spoons to get their fish sauce fix. The area was also famous for its radical politics and was the source of much of the early communist movement.

Ho did love the fish sauce and was very upset at the names he and his compatriots were called, and this resentment(and the concomittant will of iron) is, in part what helped Ho and the Vietnamese ultimately succeed.

Since ol' red Ho was also a confirmed fish sauce lover I am not surprised to see that YOhio is also a fan since he has often expressed communist sympathies and he also comes from a bastion of radical politics that is often the butt of jokes from other Utahns (Carbon County).

YOhio, your kitchen does not stink just because of the fish...it is also the decaying ideology that you so blithely espouse. It is time to give it up and join the free market, comrade.

Stop it now! That's my trick I play on IPU. I will not allow it to be used against me. Plus, you loved Hillary. Glass houses buddy.

[il Padrino Ute]

Stop it now! That's my trick I play on IPU. I will not allow it to be used against me. Plus, you loved Hillary. Glass houses buddy.

Shoe's on the other foot this time, eh?

[YOhio]

Shoe's on the other foot this time, eh?

[il Padrino Ute]

Don't pretend you don't know.

[YOhio]

Don't pretend you don't know.

I really have no idea why you're talking about shoes when the whole point of all this is that you're a socialist.

[New Mexican Disaster]

I really have no idea why you're talking about shoes when the whole point of all this is that you're a socialist.

Shoes stink like fish sauce is the point, commie.

[YOhio]

Shoes stink like fish sauce is the point, commie.

Oh, no! New Mexican Disaster is going crazy and talking to himself.

[New Mexican Disaster]

Oh, no! New Mexican Disaster is going crazy and talking to himself.

I have always been crazy. Crazy with love for capitalism, hot dogs and apple pie.

[YOhio]

I have always been crazy. Crazy with love for capitalism, hot dogs and apple pie.

This video sums up how I feel about all of those things.

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[cougjunkie]

This video sums up how I feel about all of those things.

[YOUTUBE]l8GaO6L9WpA[/YOUTUBE]

Hack!

[Teenage Dirtbag]

No, but I did get the jar out of the fridge to see what's in it.

What? YOhio keeps his in the pantry and you keep yours in the fridge? Does this crap need to be refrigerated or not?

[YOhio]

What? YOhio keeps his in the pantry and you keep yours in the fridge? Does this crap need to be refrigerated or not?

It's fermented fish. It's not like it's going to get any worse being stored at room temp.

I hired a lady off Craigslist who cleaned up the mess for twenty bucks. She did a very fine job and it doesn't stink anymore. I also donated about twenty cans of food that got doused with the sauce to the local Catholic Social Services.

[SeattleUte]

When my wife was a kid her dad used to make beer. He used to like to do it in a garbage can. You have to get the beer very hot. She describes once sitting on the couch and watcing this plastic garbage can. She wondered if she was halucinating as it started to look wavy and twisty. Suddenly she realized what was going horribly wrong. She screamed "Dad!" just as a huge wave of hot frothy beer came flowing out of the buckling garbage can. There was six inches of scalding hot beer in their kitchen. She said it was very hard to eliminate the smell.

[YOhio]

When my wife was a kid her dad used to make beer. He used to like to do it in a garbage can. You have to get the beer very hot. She describes once sitting on the couch and watcing this plastic garbage can. She wondered if she was halucinating as it started to look wavy and twisty. Suddenly she realized what was going horribly wrong. She screamed "Dad!" just as a huge wave of hot frothy beer came flowing out of the buckling garbage can. There was six inches of scalding hot beer in their kitchen. She said it was very hard to eliminate the smell.

Yuck. I don't like the smell of beer.