Thai deep-fried omelette, or Khai Jiao (āšā¸่āšā¸ีā¸ĸā¸§), is easy to make, super oily, and unapologetically unhealthy—but totally worth it! With its crispy edges and fluffy center, it’s a quick comfort food often served over rice with chili sauce. Add minced pork or herbs for extra flavor and enjoy every crunchy, golden bite!
Yes, making Khai Jiao involves deep-frying. The beaten eggs are poured into very hot oil, causing them to puff up and develop crispy, golden edges. This technique gives the omelette its signature light, airy texture with a crunchy exterior. While it's more oil-intensive than traditional omelettes, the delicious results make it a popular comfort food in Thailand.
It’s just like the blue-domed churches, the winding cobblestone stairs, and those quaint souvenir shops brimming with treasures.
The nightmare continues, and my neighbors have officially taken their disturbances to bizarre new heights. What started as obsessive vacuuming has now escalated into all sorts of strange nighttime activities: tools clanging, objects dropping, furniture being dragged, stomping, scraping and rolling noises, loud door creaks announcing their entries and exits, and water gushing at odd hours—often heard after midnight, with their unit shrouded in total darkness.
Here’s where things get really weird: Lately, I’ve noticed the husband leaving the condo at 3 AM with a suitcase and backpack, only to return 20 minutes later. This has been confirmed by our night security guard.
I shared an elevator with the wife on several occasions and noticed that she was always carrying clothes on hangers, which I assumed were from the cleaners. Once, my husband spotted them both walking to the car—she was hugging a pile of clothes, and he was toting several bags
Honestly, I don't care what they're up to—whether it’s laundry runs, secret missions, or stashing evidence—but their nocturnal activities are wrecking my sleep. The husband isn’t deliberately stomping around (he’s just that heavy-footed), but the relentless clattering, water sounds, and those 3 AM suitcase sprints are driving me to the brink. Every night feels like a game of roulette: Will I get any sleep tonight, or will their antics keep me wide awake?
I’ve tried earplugs, but they give me headaches, and since I have ear eczema and am allergic to certain materials, finding something comfortable is a struggle. The daytime vacuuming is incessant, and I'm starting to wonder—maybe it’s not just OCD… maybe it’s about removing evidence.
So, folks—what do you think? Midnight mules, undercover agents, or just laundry-loving night owls? Maybe it’s just a fetish for doing laundry in the dark.
Do drop your 2 cents—because at this point, I might need it for some industrial-strength sleeping meds!