When I came to Taiwan in my twenties, I wasn’t coming for the joy of travel or the love of humanity or the desire to see the world and better myself. I came for piano lessons. I had moved from my home state of Texas to Michigan for grad school, and after a year my piano teacher got an exchange professorship to a Taiwanese university. A Taiwanese classmate and I decided to go to along to continue our piano lessons, and she invited me to live with her family. It was great! I studied piano, traveled the country, and taught ESL. I also fell in love with Taiwan.
I don’t mean that stuff you get in the rest of the world like beef-and-broccoli or fortune cookies or General Tso’s chicken. No Panda Express. No Asian Super Buffet. We will heretofore refer to that stuff as “Chinese food.” I mean Chinese food that you buy in China that Chinese people would recognize and eat. Chinese food. No quotation marks.