SICHUAN DRESSING & BOUQUET OF FIRE

[ezcol_1third] THIS IS WHAT I CALL, STUFFED ARTICHOKE" [/ezcol_1third][ezcol_2third_end] I've never understood salad. And by "salad", I mean it in the most traditional sense of plant-based lifeforms being tossed in vinegar-based dressings.  I've never understood the idea of it, or the taste of it.  It seems that all salads are ever "dressed" with, are the nonstop BS campaign and PR efforts, the pretence of hippie-wholeness and "feel-good" sentiments designed to talk us into laying down our appetites and picking up that cucumber.  Excluding vegetarianism which is a whole other subject, the only peace I find in salad, is if we could all just admit to the blunt and clear motives of why anybody eats it. We only eat salad because we have to.  Period. We eat salad because we don't want to be fat.  We eat salad because we don't want to die prematurely.  We eat salad because what, you think you have a choice?   Underneath whatever self-hypnosis, there's only strictly medical purposes.  And I think that if everyone could just quit dancing around it and just say that.  People would actually eat more salad, because truth, is the most powerful persuasion. However, after moving back to Asia, that view is slightly, or at least in the progress of, changing. [/ezcol_2third_end][ezcol_1third] [/ezcol_1third][ezcol_1third] [/ezcol_1third][ezcol_1third_end] [/ezcol_1third_end] [ezcol_1third] During my trips to Vietnam, Thailand, Malaysia and