the cockroaches are disturb-a-rama.
It always reminds me of Infinite Jest, and how the death throes of network TV were both signalled and speeded by advertisements for tongue-scrapers -- they were so disgusting that they actually made people stop watching, but as people stopped watching they were the only advertisers the channels could get.
Alas, the cockroaches probably don't signal the demise of the pages featuring them, or of whatever company's responsible for them. But they should.
Perkins is currently on her way to Ohio with a replenished supply of tamarind balls.
Okay, I give. What the holy hell are tamarind balls?
Huh. I just ended up at trustedsearch trying to get to my yahoo mail, but I reloaded and it was OK. Weird.
What the holy hell are tamarind balls?
After you castrate the domesticated tamarind...
they are yummy bits of goodness. sweet and sour and yum.
Wild tamarinds are much more spicy, though -- trap them if you can.
Do the Tamarinds attack when provoked?
Okay, okay no one has to say "Just fucking Google it."
I did. So it's some pulp of a pod(?) mixed with sugar and -- garlic(?) and cayenne pepper(?).
It doesn't sound, from that description, like something yummy.
I do not believe the ones I ate had garlic or cayenne.
The Jamaican versions have no garlic and cayenne.
Just the pulp from the pod (which is very sour and sticky and is used in Asian cuisine) with sugar pressed into it.
It's dee-lightful.
I've had them with pepper (black or cayenne) and salt, and the savoury addition doesn't work for me at all.