Sh*t On A String

The other day, I came across these sausage balls hanging out to dry on the side of the road just down from Nuch's house. They reminded me of popcorn string.

After they have absorbed all the necessary natural herbs and spices (dust and exhaust from the Bangkok roads), they are properly fried, sealing in the flavor and killing (hopefully) any unwanted microorganisms.



Actually, it's good stuff. Just wish I didn't see it being prepared like this.