The Vietnamese journos took me to lunch. Except for half a chicken wing, I have no idea what I ate. It was very spongy, once lived in the sea, and took me ages and ages and ages and ages to chew. I was so grateful when I finally was able to slide it on down my throat, that i stopped while I was ahead. I went back to the peanut bowl. So I had half a chicken wing and a spongy thing. I'l be hungry by dinner.