Somewhere in the Orient...

"My stomach hungry," I said to my native aunt in broken [Asian].

She barked a command to her brother and husband, and off they went to find me something to eat off the street (i.e. from a vendor).  My native mother wasn't there, and so my brother and I were left alone with non-English-speaking relatives and a very limited common vocabulary.

But when they came back, never had American-Born-Asian eyes been so wide with excitement.  The smell was magnificent.  Tender pieces of battered meat gently placed on a skewer and deep fried to perfection.  They handed me the kabob and my hand had hardly grabbed hold of the floppy stick before a piece of it was in my mouth.

As I chewed, my mouth began to sense something very different that what my brain was anticipating.  Liquid fat exploded out of the meat with every bite.  Just as quickly as it had entered, the piece of meat was expelled from my mouth.

"What is this?" I asked in English as I wiped dripping grease from my chin.  The native spectators were too busy laughing and pointing at the related stranger to pay attention, so I repeated in their native tongue, "This is what???"

One uncle responded, but I did not understand what he said.

Then another uncle tried to clarify, "Chicken [Asian word]."

The Asian word I understood.  It was the Asian word for butt.