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(post, Kim Carlson)
I'm looking forward to the green papaya salad, the green curry, the Pad Kee Mao. But I have no desire to learn to cook Thai food. Maybe I would change my mind if I sent myself to Thailand for a cooking class. If I did, I would have to be more careful than last time I went to Thailand (the only time), when I developed a bad bad case of the gummy riddles. The drugs were great and helped immensely, and so did that tisane the woman offered me in the village north of Chang Mai. I remember J. gesturing and frowning from across the hut: "Don't drink that! No tea!" I ignored him and tipped back my cup. All's well that ends well.