As we zipped through the rice fields men by the roadside were selling half dozen rats they held by their tails. “They eat rats here?”, I exclaimed to my friend. “Only the ones they catch in the rice field, not garbage rats”, he said indignantly.
After eating rice 2-3 times a day for 5 weeks, I had a big-mac attack. It had been a long time. I actually thought I’d been delivered from unhealthy junk food. You know, the kind that clogs your arteries and contains a whole day’s worth of calories. I felt a little less guilty when I gave the middle of it to my wife who used it to take the edge off her bone dry fish filet. (The sacrifices I make for that woman.)
Now you know: this riveratt is not a rice rat…
PS Now home and recovering.
