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Bangkok, Maine?

My cell phone rang at 2:41 a.m. today. I had been in a deep sleep and was more than a little confused when I answered.

Me: “Hello, this is Newley.”

Woman with an American accent: “Oh, Hi is this John in…?”

Me: “Sorry, no. I think you have the wrong number. This is Newley in Bangkok.”

Woman: “Oh, wow, sorry about that. You’re in Bangkok, Maine?”

Me: “No, no. Bangkok, Thailand.”

Woman [laughing]: “Oh, wow. That’s amazing! Sorry!”

Me: “That’s okay. It’s a small world.*”

Then I hung up.

Two notes and an asterisk:

1. I think she meant Bangor, Maine, although she clearly said “Bangkok, Maine.” I assume she was calling from somewhere in the mid-Atlantic, because…

2. I have a Washington, DC area code phone number that routes, via Skype, to my cell phone here in Thailand.

If I was confused that a strange woman was calling me from America in the middle of the night, imagine how bewildered she must have been to dial a DC-area code number and reach…an English-speaking stranger in Thailand.

*I’m not sure exactly what I meant by “it’s a small world.” I imagine I was trying to say something along the lines of:

“Hey, isn’t it nuts how in this crazy day and age you can be just, like, trying to call your buddy John to say come on over to our surprise party tonight for Martha, who’s turning 50, and be sure to bring some of those Lays chips that she likes, and also a card, and then next thing you know the streams are crossed because of a solar flare and you’re talking to somebody totally different on the other side of the world — can you believe cell phones these days?”

But it didn’t come out like that.

My Favorite Podcasts

Podcasts. Would life be worth living without them? Here’re some of my faves:

NPR: Shuffle. A daily compilation of the best stories from Morning Edition, All Things Considered, and other shows.

— NPR’s World Story of the Day. Same concept, but limited to foreign dispatches.

ESPN/Soccernet Extra: A bunch of English football journalists discussing the week’s news. Heavy emphasis on the English Premiership.

43 Folders Podcast. Thoughts on personal productivity from Merlin Mann. Centers on David Allen’s Getting Things Done approach. Lots of Apple-related geekiness.

The Marketplace podcast. The daily business show from American Public Media.

The Splendid Table podcast. Features “abundant information on food preparation, appreciation, and culture.” Thanks to A for turning me on to this one.

KQED’s Pacific Time podcast. The show “explores the ideas, trends and cultural patterns that flow back and forth between Asia and America.”

World View, from The New York Times (scroll down to the bottom). Discussions with the NYT‘s international staff.

This American Life. Obviously.

Rojas Spanish Language Podcast. For intermediate to advanced Spanish speakers. I like the host’s Peruvian accent.

On the Media. All media criticism, all the time.

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A Long Weekend in Udon Thani

Udon Thani, Thailand

A and I recently spent a long weekend near the town of Udon Thani, in northeast Thailand. Here’re some pics.

Taking the One Less Traveled By...
The countryside.

House and Pool
The house and pool.

A with Cooks
A with the friendly ladies who cooked our meals. Cuisine from Isan — this region of Thailand — is particularly flavorful and spicy, so every meal was an absolute delight.

Dinner
Whole fried fish and som tam.

Lunch
A with lunch — krapow.

Khao Pad (fried rice). Incredibly tasty
Khao pad — fried rice.

Stir-fried Morning Glory
Stir-fried morning glory.

Larb (Beef Stir-Fried with Bits of Rice)
Larb.

One afternoon we took a small motorbike — a 100-cc, four-stroke Honda — out for a spin. A filmed this three-minute video, and I polished it up and added a soundtrack.

Click on the image above or go watch it on YouTube.

For additional pics, check out the whole photoset.

Video of Thai Ladies Laughing at Me

I am very conspicuous in Thailand. I’m very tall. I’m white. And I constantly do silly farang (foreigner) things — like sit on the ground and eat my lunch.

A captured this excellent 30-second video of me today at an outdoor market about 500 meters from my apartment. (Click on the image above or go here to watch it.) I’d bought some chicken with roti and decided to sit on the ground to consume my snack. Unfortunately for me, a gaggle of Thai ladies saw me do this and were consumed with laughter — why would I sit on the dirty street when there were tables nearby? They found this to be hilarious. They guffawed and pointed at me, which I quite enjoyed. Then, with characteristic courtesy, they directed me to a table to sit down.

Indeed, making a fool of myself in Thailand is something of an inadvertent past time. Longtime newley.com readers will recall that I did this for the first time way back in 2001. And I wrote about it in an essay called “Soup to Nuts.”

US Soccer: Postmortem Analsysis

US Soccer: A Postmortem

A few of you have asked me to weigh in on the US national soccer team’s dismal performance at the World Cup. The American squad, it pains me to note, lost two games, tied one, scored only two goals (one of which was an own-goal gifted to them by the Italians), and generally stunk up the joint. In my estimation, they were among the five or six worst teams in the tournament. This after making the quarterfinals in 2002.

What went wrong?

Read this excellent post on the New York Times’s World Cup blog to find out. I agree with nearly everything here, except that in assigning blame for the US team’s dismal showing, I’d argue it had more to do with the quality of the American players in relation to our opponents than it did with US coach Bruce Arena’s tactics or the dubious penalty against Ghana that sent us crashing out.

90% of the US team’s problems involve where the players ply their trade: I love the idea of the MLS, but it ain’t doing our national team any favors. It simply isn’t good enough a league; our players aren’t improving by playing in it. When Landon Donovan, supposedly the best American talent, chooses to stay at home rather than push himself and play in Europe, then we’re in trouble.

There’s an amazingly ridiculous idea spreading through the Web at this moment. It holds that the US team’s demise can be attributed to the sport’s “suburban” roots in America — that American footballers aren’t physically tough enough to play against international competition.

In a recent New Yorker column (not online), the normally excellent Jeffrey Toobin claims that the US team last to the Czechs due to “a lack of mettle.” Completely false. We lost to them because they were better than us. Way better. More skilled, not stronger or meaner. See Zachary Roth’s scintillating takedown of Toobin’s thesis on the wonderfully informative and entertaining TNR World Cup Blog. I’m saddened to see the likes of Jason Kottke, one of my favorite bloggers, echoing this simplistic and wrong-headed sentiment. He quotes David at Hello Typepad as saying that what we need in America is better athletes playing soccer.

I agree, but his suggestion that Terrell Owens would make a good striker is simply absurd. T.O. weighs (at least) 226 pounds! Yes, he’s fast, but if there were a physical advantage to being that large and muscular — heavier than any international outfield player in the history of the beautiful game, as far as I am aware — don’t you think that would have happened by now? (I will admit that I have, in the past, argued that Allen Iverson would make a world-class goalkeeper, however.)

[Deep breaths, Newley. Deep breaths.]

Some other links you should know about:

— Yes, the US national team player Clint Dempsey — aka “Deuce” — is a rapper.

— And also: indeed, Jurgen Klinsmann may be the next US coach.

— Don’t miss the NYT’s World Cup blog on the inane ABC and ESPN US soccer broadcasters.

— Dave Eggers’s hilarious essay about soccer in America, which appeared in The Thinking Fan’s Guide to the World Cup, has been posted on Slate. Read it. The best part comes at the end:

But until we do win the Cup—and we have no chance this particular time around, being tossed into the Group of Death, which will consume us quickly and utterly—soccer will receive only the grudging acknowledgement of the general populace. Then again, do we really want—or can we even conceive of—an America where soccer enjoys wide popularity or even respect? If you were soccer, the sport of kings, would you want the adulation of a people who elected Bush and Cheney, not once but twice? You would not.

— Austin Kelly has an interesting World Cup blog, though I find his argument that diving is good for football less than compelling.

— Later today: Germany takes on Argentina in the quarterfinals — just might be the match of the tournament. If you don’t watch this game, you’re dead to me.

That is all.

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Blogging from 30,000 Feet

Snapped at 30 K feet: the Sky Outside My Window Right Now

I’m writing this from 30,000 feet in the air. Halfway between Seoul and Washington, DC. Perhaps somewhere over Alaska? Not sure. But here’s what I saw when I looked out of my window just a minute ago. Had to snap a pic of it. There’s wifi on my Korean Air flight; the connection speed is fast but it’s pricey ($10 per hour). But it’s way too cool to pass up.

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Korean French Fry-Encrusted Corn Dog Linklove

Quick note: I just discovered that the (now infamous) Korean french fry-encrusted corn dogs have been featured on SupersizedMeals.com and CityRag.

In other news, a couple folks have emailed to see if I’m okay after the landslide in the Philippines. Not to worry. I’m still here in Taiwan.

More photos soon. I promise.

Bloggers’ Favorite Books of 2005

For the third year running, I asked some of my favorite bloggers to weigh in on their favorite books of 2005.

As in previous surveys, respondents weren’t limited to titles published this year, but simply any book they discovered during the last 12 months that made a lasting impression on them. (I’m happy to say, by the way, that while year-end book round-ups are commonplace this time of year, mine remains the only one consisting solely of bloggers’ picks.)

This year’s roster of bloggers is perhaps the best yet — and it includes, for the first time ever, an honorary non-blogger contributor: Malcolm Gladwell.

Herewith, the Bloggers’ Favorite Books of 2005 survey:

Blogger: TMFTML
Blog: The Minor Fall, The Major Lift

TMFTML writes:

Julian Barnes’ Arthur & George was the best book I read this year. I’m a big fan of Barnes (big enough, at least, to plump for the English edition; it should be out on these shores by March), but even those who find his fiction to programmatic or essayistic (common, but baffling, complaints) will find themselves swept up by the questions of justice, identity, and truth to oneself raised in the novel. (It also functions as a fairly good cod biography of Arthur Conan Doyle, if that’s the sort of thing for which you’re looking.) The last thirty pages aim for a level of transcendence that is never quite achieved, but that doesn’t make this book any less of an accomplishment. I also want to mention Tom Piazza’s Why New Orleans Matters, which, even if it hadn’t been composed with dazzling speed by a refugee from Katrina within months of that disaster, would be an incredible achievement. I’m not sure whether the cliché of journalism being the first draft of history ever really holds true, but Piazza has managed to make what can be considered the finest first argument that the city deserves. Read it and hope that it comes to pass.


Blogger: Laila Lalami
Blog: MoorishGirl

Laila writes:

I have to recommend Abdulrazak Gurnah’s Desertion, which is about family and faith and politics, the ways in which they intersect, and how they demand loyalty. Beautifully written, with wit and sensitivity.

I also enjoyed Luis Alberto Urrea’s The Hummingbird’s Daughter, based on the story of his great-aunt Teresa, a woman who was considered a saint, and who inspired a revolution. Brilliantly told.

Reza Aslan’s No god but God, is one of the best non-fiction books this year. It makes an excellent case for the re-appraisal of Islam in historical terms and really should be required reading for everyone in Washington.

(Ed: Laila’s own book, “Hope and Other Dangerous Pursuits,” was published this year and was met with much acclaim.)

Blogger: Mark Frauenfelder
Blog: Boing Boing

Mark writes:

My favorite book was The Emperor of Scent, by Chandler Burr. It’s a non-fiction book about a guy named Luca Turin who is obsessed with odors, specifically, perfume fragrances. He is a biophysicist who wrote a best-selling book that reviewed hundreds of perfumes, in the same way a wine reviewer would write about wine. He believes that the odor of a substance has to do with the way it vibrates on a molecular level. Our noses, he says, contain the equivalent of a scanning electron microscope. This flies in the face of conventional thought on the subject. The reigning theory is that smell is a function of a molecule’s shape, not the way it vibrates. Burr makes a great case for Turin’s vibration theory, and the story of how nobody in academia will listen to Turin was a real opener. The peer review system for scientific journals is revealed to be totally corrupt.

Blogger: Glenn Reynolds
Blog: Instapundit

Glenn writes:

Fiction or nonfiction?

The best fiction would be John Scalzi’s “Old Man’s War,” with Charles Stross’s “Accelerando” a close second.

Nonfiction? Ray Kurzweil’s “The Singularity is Near: When Humans Transcend Biology.”

Blogger: Rolf Potts
Blog: Vagablogging

Rolf writes:

Three of the most enjoyable books I read in 2005 were Michael Bamberger’s Wonderland, J. Maarten Troost’s The Sex Lives of Cannibals, and Matt Ridley’s The Red Queen. Bamberger’s book, which recounts a year in the life of a Pennsylvania high school, was a pleasure to read — not only in its engaging nonfiction storytelling, but also in its empathetic, non-sensationalistic take on what it’s like to be an American teenager in the 2000’s. Troost’s book is the account of two years he spent with his NGO-worker wife on the Equatorial Pacific archipelago of Kiribati — and its take on the idiosyncrasies of life on an isolated atoll makes for the funniest travel reading in recent memory. Less engaging — but even more fascinating — was Ridley’s examination of evolutionary psychology, using examples from the animal kingdom to show how all creatures (including humans) have developed their various social and sexual idiosyncrasies.

Elsewhere in the realm of nonfiction, I spent some time this year delving into readings on the role of social class in the United States. I was inspired to do this after reading Bill McKibben’s April Harper’s article about alternative agriculture in Cuba — which was thematically identical to a project proposal I submitted with my failed Pew Fellowship application in 2003. McKibben is a terrific writer, and I didn’t suspect him of stealing my idea — but I was irritated that the Pew Fellowship had rejected a proposal that would have scooped McKibben’s Harper’s story by a year; instead giving away a majority (70%) of the fellowship slots to (what I considered unremarkable) projects by candidates with Ivy League credentials. As a person who was making $3.35 an hour threshing wheat in Kansas when I was a considering collegiate options at age 17 (i.e., Ivy League schooling was never a consideration), I was flabbergasted that the Pew Fellowship would give most of its financial and professional assistance to people who obviously hailed from a background of social and economic privilege. Indeed, as successful as I’ve become as a freelance writer over the years, I have yet to receive a single financial grant or fellowship — most of which go to candidates whose only financial shortcoming would seem to be student-loan paybacks to elite universities.

Hence, I vented my frustrations by delving into a literary examination of the American class system, digging into titles such as David Brooks’ humorous (if occasionally over-generalized) Bobos in Paradise, and Paul Fussell’s snarky-yet-astute Class: A Guide Through the American Status System. Also compelling (if not always fully articulate) was Jim Goad’s angry Redneck Manifesto — which, while at times lacking in even-handedness, made a strong case for the fact that poor, white, rural Americans receive little assistance or sympathy from the powers-that-be on both sides of the political spectrum.

As for fiction in 2005, many of the novels I read this year were intriguingly experimental in form — including Milan Kundera’s Immortality and Alan Lightman’s Einstein’s Dreams. My favorite was Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried, which tantalizingly toyed with the line between fiction and nonfiction, and examined the dubious accuracy of memory in storytelling.

Finally, I re-read in 2005 a number of books that have been favorites since I was a teenager, including John Steinbeck’s Cannery Row and Joseph Heller’s Catch-22 (which is possibly my favorite book ever). Just as it’s nice to occasionally revisit old friends in various corners of the world, it was a keen pleasure to reacquaint myself with Doc, Mac and the Boys, and Lee the Grocer in depression-era Monterey — as well as Yossarian, Major Major, Natley’s whore, and various other characters off the coast of Italy in the waning days of WWII. I’d reckon in another couple years, I’ll afford myself the pleasure of visiting them again.

Blogger: Dana
Blog: Number One Hit Song

Dana writes:

Probably my favorite book, of all the ones I’ve read, is The Diviners by Rick Moody. I was shocked to discover that I was in the minority about it–I found it to be absolutely fantastic, in both the complimentary and literal senses. This is what I said in my review:

“The Diviners is bloated and silly. It is vast; it contains multitudes. To its detractors, it might be the greatest manifestation of hubris since the Johnson administration….I am overflowing with love for this beautiful, flawed book.”

Runner up: Dream Boogie, by Peter Guralnick. A huge bio of Sam Cooke, one of the most compelling and tragic of R&B singers (which is a hard contest to win in that group!). I’m calling it a runner up because although it may be Guralnick’s most painstakingly researched book, and Cooke’s a fascinating topic, it is like 4,000 pages long and I really *cannot* get through it. And I don’t want to be like one of those folks who insist that Lipstick Traces is the greatest book ever written because everyone knows that no one’s actually made it through the whole thing. Please, it’s unreadable. So, it’s a runner up.

Blogger: Ben Preston
Blog: BP.com

Ben writes:

I’m currently reading The Fatal Shore by Robert Hughes, which is the history of the colonization of Australia – convicts, prison sex, and all. Truly fascinating stuff, reminds me of just how dirty and miserable life was for many during the Victorian era. But I digress. . .

My pick would be “Destined to Witness” by Hans J. Massaquoi – originally published in German as “Neger, Neger, Schornsteinfeger!” It’s Massaquoi’s biography. He’s the son of a Liberian politician and a German nurse and spent his childhood growing up in Hitler’s Germany and weathered the war in Hamburg. It’s an interesting look at Germany during this time period, as well as human psychology, given that as a child, Massaquoi identified with the Nazis, attempted to join the Hitler Nazi youth (and failed, naturally), despite being black, and therefore the very thing that Hitler’s Germany sought to exterminate.

He ultimately emigrated to America, became a prominent journalist and editor of Ebony. Apparently he lives in New Orleans.

Blogger: Baylen Linnekin
Blog: To the People

Baylen writes:

*A Short History of Nearly Everything is the third or fourth Bill Bryson book I’ve read and loved. In this scientific historical, though, instead of dealing with the minutiae of life in a comical way Bryson… oh, well, he does exactly that again. But rather than focusing on his family or his travels Bryson here looks at how throughout history man has tackled the biggest questions ever asked and explores the mysteries of life that may never be uncovered. My favorite observation from the book: all living things consist solely of atoms that are themselves not alive. If one was to pick apart any living thing atom by atom, what would remain is a pile of stuff that is not and has never itself been alive.

Gone Bamboo by chef/TV host/author and mercurial god Anthony Bourdain is about as much fun as I’ve had with a little work of fiction in a while. Which really was a pleasant surprise considering that his previous attempt at fiction (the mafia/culinary clunker Bone in the Throat) was unreadable. (I owe someone named Dwight Brown – who said exactly as much in the comments section at To the People – an apology and a thanks for spurring me to read Gone Bamboo.) I’m currently working on (and loving) Bourdain’s excellent Les Halles Cookbook and this year read and loved Fergus Henderson’s The Whole Beast: Nose to Tail Eating, to which Bourdain wrote the preface. I’m hoping The Whole Beast will nicely presage Bourdain’s own The Nasty Bits, which is due out Spring 2006.

Blogger: The Taipei Kid
Blog: The Taipei Kid

TPK writes:

Since I am working and going to school, I haven’t had much time for
books. However, I have found time to read:

West of Then: A Mother, a Daughter, and a Journey Past Paradise by Tara Bray Smith

Sometimes confusing details, but everything you’ve ever wanted to know about Hawaii. If you are American, you’ll feel very proud of our 50th state (and happy the author found success and happiness despite having a drug-addict mom).


Blogger: Wendy Harman
Blog: Harmany Music

Wendy writes:

Nonfiction

Freedom of Expression by Kembrew McLeod. In what started out as a prank, Kembrew succeeded in trademarking the phrase “Freedom of Expression.” He then wrote a hilarious and accessible critique about how digital culture is shaping up. His website and documentary are
masterpieces to boot.

Fiction

Oracle Night by Paul Auster. A compelling story told with a skill that amazes me. I have continued to wonder about the characters in the months since I read the last page. Plus, there are footnotes. Who doesn’t love a novel with footnotes?

Blogger: TINGB
Blog: Time I’ll Never Get Back

Kristen writes:

Looking back, I read a lot this year, but not a lot of stuff I loved. One book that really resonated was “Urban Tribes” by Ethan Watters, which explores the dynamic of twenty/thirtysomethings who form family-like communities that function as de facto families. Watters laid out this concept in a NYT article a few years ago; the book was published in 2003 but I just picked it up this year. As a member of an extended urban tribe myself, it was really interesting to read about how these groups form, what they mean to their members, and what they mean for our society and culture on the whole.

I also loved “Becoming Justice Blackmun,” but you might have to be a law geek like me to appreciate that one.

And, finally, the honorary non-blogger contribution comes from bestselling author Malcolm Gladwell, who, as I explained in my email to him, may not technically maintain a blog but who nevertheless has a much cooler Web site than most famous scribes.

Malcolm writes:

i think i’ll go with “the chosen,” jerome karabel’s history of ivy league admissions. if i had any doubts about the existence of an american class system, they were erased by that book.

(Ed: Be sure to check out Gladwell’s most recent book, the fantastic “Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking.”)

As for me, I found Eric Schlosser’s “Reefer Madness: Sex, Drugs, and Cheap Labor in the American Black Market” to be incredibly compelling, particularly for its illumination of the failed policies of America’s absurd “war on drugs.”

Thanks to everyone for taking the time to contribute.

Oh, and if you’re feeling nostalgic, here’s last year’s round-up. And here’s the 2003 list.

Happy reading in 2006.

–Newley

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Chorks: Approved for Use in Outer Space

AFP:

Talk about a Chinese take-away. Astronauts Fei Junlong and Nie Haisjeng blasted into outer space with a full larder of Chinese specialities including cuttlefish and meat balls, and beef with orange peel.

But the pair of orbiting diners will have to do without chopsticks, which were considered too difficult to manoeuvre in the weightlessness of space. They’ll use forks and spoons instead according to the state Xinhua news agency.

(Emphasis mine.)

These particular taikonauts — as well as citizens throughout all of Asia — clearly need my chorks. (Note to self: have patent lawyer draft proposal for China National Space Administration STAT.)

Some background, for those of you who’re new to my chorks concept. While living in Taiwan last year, I really enjoyed using chopsticks — but I found that they failed in one crucial regard: picking up little pieces of food (vittles that’re too small to be grasped, and can only be poked). So I constructed the prototype you see above by fashioning tiny dumpling pokers to the ends of conventional chopsticks. And the chorks, thus, were born. Chopsticks plus forks equals chorks.

I’m still tweaking my current working model; in the meantime, I’m accepting overtures from angel investors who’re ready to change the world. Consider that the population of Asia is over three billion, and most of the people on the continent uses chopsticks. It wouldn’t take much market penetration to earn boat-loads of cash. But, of course, the chorks have never been primiarly a commercial endeavor: I just want the world to eat more efficiently. It’s that simple.

(News link via Ni Howdy.)

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Ecuadorian Soup in The New Yorker

In the rare instances when news from Ecuador trickles into the American media, it usually involves strife: another democratically-elected president outsted, indigenous protesters railing against oil companies, etc.

So you can imagine my surprise when my grandmother* recently handed me this week’s New Yorker magazine and said “hey, there’s an article about Ecuador in here.” What’s more, if you have even limited experience with Ecuadorian cuisine, you’ll understand the improbability of this particular article appearing in their annual food issue. And, in one last counter-intutitive twist, the piece actually speaks favorably about the vittles at latitude zero.

The article’s by Calvin Trillin and it’s called “Speaking of Soup.” It’s funny and poignant: Trillin traveled to Cuenca, Ecuador (the city in which I lived for a year) to brush up on his Spanish and undertake a quest to consume numerous bowls of the traditional Ecuadorian soup called fanesca (a dish which, it pains me to say, I’m sure I’ve eaten but simply cannot remember).

Again, the article’s great, but here’re some passages that rang hollow for me:

…All the vegetables and spices required—corn, for instance, and fava beans and a couple of kinds of squash—grow in the area, and some of them apparently don’t make it as far as Guayaquil, which is only thirty minutes away by air. That may be because the distribution system seems to consist largely of indigenous women who come to the market from the countryside, many of them in the bright-colored flared skirts and high-crowned panama hats that can make even a small woman of some years look rather, well, zippy.

(Emphasis mine.) I have to take issue with this last sentence. I’m afraid what we’re seeing from Trillin is a bit of travel writing romanticization. Indigenous women in Ecuador are largely destitute and over-worked and often in ill-health. I have never seen an older indigenous woman look anything close to “zippy,” no matter how colorful her dress.

Also, there’s this:

…We also had long conversations about humitas, which have some resemblance to tamales. Instead of being dough around some central element like pork or chicken, though, humitas are the same all the way through—an astonishingly light concoction of fresh young corn that is ground and mixed with eggs and cheese and butter and anise and a bit of sugar.

Trillin must have tasted humitas that were an order of magnitude better than any of the sort that I ever ingested.

I have particularly vivid memories of a student of mine who once made me a bundle of humitas; she gave them to me after class and I ate them before getting on a five-hour bus ride. They did not settle well. I cut my journey short, checked into a hotel in Loja, and was subsequently wracked by vomiting and diarrhea for twelve long hours.

I ran out of water to drink and, bleary-eyed and weak-legged, made my way out into the street the next morning to find some refreshments. Not half a block from the hotel, a young girl on a fire escape above me dumped a bucket of water on my head. (Ecuadorians douse each other with water in the weeks preceeding carnaval.)

Long story short, when I think of humitas, the words “an astonishingly light concoction of fresh young corn that is ground and mixed with eggs and cheese and butter and anise and a bit of sugar” do not exactly come to mind.

That said, feel like making your own fanesca (the soup Trillin raves about)? Here’s a recipe. And if you’re a Spanish reader, here’s one from an Ecuadorian newspaper.

[*My eighty-five-year-old grandmother, Rosina, lives here in the DC area; I often go see her and we have lunch together. She gives me her old Econmist and New Yorker issues which, because she’s a news junkie and has a lot of time on her hands, she usually devours the same day they arrive in the mail. Not only is she more well-versed in current events than anyone I know, but she also pays her bills online is an avid emailer. In short, she kicks ass.]

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