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		<title>By: The Last Appetite &#187; Assam Laksa: The power of sour</title>
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		<dc:creator>The Last Appetite &#187; Assam Laksa: The power of sour</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 07:52:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] A few years in Southeast Asia has me captivated by sour. I literally can’t get enough tamarind paste. In Cambodia, I’d buy it by the kilo block from the Russian Market and suck the piquant pulp straight from the seeds whenever I felt like an overwhelming sour kick. Lunch without a sour Khmer soup was not lunch. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] A few years in Southeast Asia has me captivated by sour. I literally can’t get enough tamarind paste. In Cambodia, I’d buy it by the kilo block from the Russian Market and suck the piquant pulp straight from the seeds whenever I felt like an overwhelming sour kick. Lunch without a sour Khmer soup was not lunch. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: marklatham</title>
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		<dc:creator>marklatham</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Oct 2006 08:30:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great post garry-what a shame progress has reared it&#039;s ugly head.</description>
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		<title>By: Garry</title>
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		<dc:creator>Garry</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Aug 2006 22:12:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Until the 1997 marijuana crackdown, Psar Toul Tom Poung was the market where old Khmer women openly sold ganga from 20 kilo burlap sacks. The action was all from a single stall or two, and usually there were a few of these degenerate pusher-women and 4 to 6 sacks of the deadly weed, if I recall in various strengths and qualities.

Fittingly, in the more open cafe area of the market (just before you entered the rabbit warren of the market itself) a couple of the cigarette vendors  always a few glassine-wrapped packages of blunt, white hand-rolled jobbies among the Ankors and Heros, usually secured with a rubber band. These were the ganga cigarettes, $1 USD per pack, which was 20-count.

Those also disappeared from Toul Tom Poung in 1997.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Until the 1997 marijuana crackdown, Psar Toul Tom Poung was the market where old Khmer women openly sold ganga from 20 kilo burlap sacks. The action was all from a single stall or two, and usually there were a few of these degenerate pusher-women and 4 to 6 sacks of the deadly weed, if I recall in various strengths and qualities.</p>
<p>Fittingly, in the more open cafe area of the market (just before you entered the rabbit warren of the market itself) a couple of the cigarette vendors  always a few glassine-wrapped packages of blunt, white hand-rolled jobbies among the Ankors and Heros, usually secured with a rubber band. These were the ganga cigarettes, $1 USD per pack, which was 20-count.</p>
<p>Those also disappeared from Toul Tom Poung in 1997.</p>
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