November 30th 2006 2:47 am
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I had wantons for dinner. They don't taste very wanton. Neither do they feel wanton. They actually operate within carefully prescribed parameters.
The parameter is the wanton skin. It is yellow and thin and it breaks easily. It is like a frilly skirt around the wanton. But it is not provocative, the skirt is not. Coz it is not wanton, you know what I mean?
I like wantons. In Singapore you can buy wanton noodles to eat. How wanton can noodles be? I imagine that can be the source of dispute and conflict. The hawker sells wanton noodles, the customer eats and says, wot? But you note that can only be a foreign customer. Local customers are programmed to be turned on by a good wanton noodle.
In foreign lands, wantons are called wontons. And no one has high expectations of wontons; they are not expected to titillate. And of course they don't . Only in asian lands where wantons are properly called, do they live up to their name.
Ah ma's wanton is, of course, oh-so-wanton.
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