Monday, June 13, 2005

Adventures in food

I've started getting involved in the local cuisine over the last couple of days. My first experience involved a lot of pointing and then getting a noodle/pasta soup. It wasn't until I was half way through that I realized the noodles were in fact goose intestine. Once I realized this I tried to be adventerous and eat more, but I just couldn't do it.

I also recently ordered somthing with chicken in it, which was not quite what I expected. I guess in China they just dice the chicken, bones, skin, and everything. So when you get a dish with chicken you actually get chunks of bird which you have to seperate into meat, and other stuff, in your mouth. I feel that this will drasticly effect my chicken intake over the rest of the trip.

To be honest, I would have prefered to stick to vegetable dishes so far, but it's hard to find food without meat in it. In fact, its seems rare to find food that has less than two different kinds of meat in it. I hope this changes in China, because I have a lot of trouble trusting how meat is handled and cooked here.

Anyways, my foot is feeling a little better and I think I'm starting to get an idea of how I want to start traveling in China. Everything is going according to plan... which is no plan.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Adventures in cuisine from macaroni and cheese to goose guts--you are amazing. This blog is so great because it lets those of us here in our mundane lives have an adventure with you. I loved your recipe for the city. xoxoxoxo

12:54 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Robert!

Ah yes... The chopped up chicken thing... It's one of the reasons I don't go to places in SF China Town that seem to be serving lots of Chinese folk. Americans are used to nice clean pieces of white meat with no gristle, little fat, and zero bones, not to mention MSG, which permeats the air in Asia. You didn't mention the bathrooms... Usually another culture shock for us Lo fan.

8:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

when i was a kid my family went every friday night to a restaurant owned and run by family friends. martha made the best fried chicken. we would eat all the meat and then crack open the bones with our teeth and suck the marrow out. i haven't done that since i was little, but i remember it tasted quite good.

6:54 PM  

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