For 16 consecutive days, we'd wake up, eat a heaping plate of rice/egg noodles, down a couple iced teas, and somehow feel light as feathers, fueled and energized for the day. Meanwhile, I'm back in America eating a quarter of my scramble hash brunch, unable to move, feeling about ready to burst. Why?? can't I eat in digestive peace like I did in Thailand?
Besides the obvious fact that Thai food is so much better than American food, I think the trick is: no dairy, no rushing, no preservatives, and a whole lot of sweating. Oh, and noodz that are so perfectly light, they're practically transparent.
A scramble just doesn't cut it these days.