lard and shallots
Perhaps you have heard of this. Perhaps amidst that journey you've always wanted to take, physically or culinarily, you've left a little trail of footprints through this Southeast island distancing itself from China, sensed the disturbance in its waking yearnings to voice out. Chances are you weren't charmed by its political ambiguity or perhaps even curious but that's all right, because that's not what we truthfully know of either. What we know of is this, our last fair stance on independent nationality, what even brought you to take an impression on our not-much-ness, the last pride. This, Taiwanese street foods. You may be a small number, much smaller than the majority-others who sought fashion in more posh things like kimchi or banh mi, but that's all right, too. The word cult sounds rather fitting to any springing culinary movement that just found itself inheriting a semi-spokesman like Eddie Huang. In fact, pffff
