How I became Jamie Oliver

I cooked with a bunch of Brits. Signed up for a cooking class today since rock climbing's not my thing. It was pretty awesome, there were seven of us (three Brits, myself and three Americans). Everyone was super cool but two of the Americans sure didn't help their stereotype. I'll stop talking before I get myself in trouble. Obnoxious. Oops, I've gone and said it! Anyways we all rode out to this organic farm (stopping at a market along the way) in the countryside in a sawngtheaw (not even sure of spelling but its pronounced song-tau), which is a converted pickup with benches in the back. Allusion to Slim Pickens riding an atomic bomb. The ride did a real number on my hiney, but I lived to tell about it. So ya this farm essentially represents all that is tasty in the world. All of the ingredients we used, neglecting fish sauce and sesame oil, we either bought at the market or plucked from nature's sweet, sweet bosom during a walkabout through the field. The whole place was remarkably well set up actually, I wish I had some pictures to show but Dustin has the camera today. Roberta, whom I chatted up at length, said she'd email me something though so keep your eyes peeled. We made red curry paste (and then obviously red curry), phat thai, some kind of stir fry, som tam (papaya salad) and for dessert mango with sticky rice and coconut. All in all a delicious experience...probably nothing I couldn't have cooked at home but hey, they had gas burners. Now that's special. Plus the whole idea of walking out to a tree, picking a mango and cutting it up for dessert would appeal even to the most die hard meat and potatoes guys. This super cute Thai girly lead the pack, showing us all what to add when, how long to cook things for, etc. It was geared towards people who's culinary knowledge extends little beyond T.V. dinners, but a great place to be nonetheless. Here's where the farm was: N 18deg53'58.7" E 099deg04'32.0".

By the way would someone reply and let us know if anyone is interested in these coordinates? Or is it just dad. Keep it real.