I was running a pile of errands yesterday morning and lunchtime snuck up on me. Feeling ravenous and about to succumb to the smell of the nearest fast-food multinational, I spied a Vietnamese bakery with pork rolls. Deciding that would at least up my vegetable intake, I ducked in and faced an old Vietnamese lady waiting patiently to take my order.
"I'll have a BBQ pork roll, please, but no chillies." The chillies were sliced and still bore the seeds so I thought it might be a bit much for me.
"You want everything but no chillies?" she asked a little surprised.
And, while I watched, she put together a mouth-watering roll. Just before the end, she added several small slices of chilli. Her eyes swept up to my face and she said, ever so sweetly, "Now. I only put two."
I laughed, "No worries."
Because apparently the chillies are not optional when she makes her rolls. She was right. What would I know?
I am already dreaming of another one of those rolls.