The other morning, at breakfast, I made a decision to put toasted coconut on my cereal.  On closer inspection, actually, EXTEMELY close inspection, I realized that the toasted coconut had eyeballs.  Ewww.  E has learned, talking to the locals, that these are baby sardines...and they put them on everything.  I don't know why!  I'll remind you that I'm a landlocked state kind of girl!  Give me cow, please! (by the way, I'll have to make another entry about cows wandering in the street!)

Then, on the same day, at dinner at a hawker market, I ordered something, really not having ANY idea what I had ordered--I just pointed and hoped for the best.  I realized, once again, when she put something that looked like dried tomatoes...but also had 'eyeballs', that I was doomed.  The long, dried crunchy things on top turned out to be some sort of other dried fish, too.  No eyeballs on those, though! 

So now, the girls always call out 'eyeball check' before every meal.  Granted, they pretty much stick to rice and fruit...but it is still quite funny!