Athakijmongkol spoke to me as he shaped, flipped, pinched and divided a mound of almost ethereally soft, pale dough. After the mass had been transformed into a row of approximately cigarette lighter-sized sticks, he took two and stuck them together, which he slid into a vast wok of hot oil, flipping crosses with long chopsticks until glassy and golden.

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