I’m not having an identity crisis, but my blog is.
I started this blog to document my weird journey through sending two-thirds of my kids off to college and traveling around the world for a year. Now the kids are in college and the traveling is done. The remaining kid is low-maintenance.
So, if this blog lives on, what kind of blog should it be?
Whenever I see a movie being remade, I wonder if we really needed to remake the old one. Ghostbusters? Spiderman? Annie? Usually the answer is no. However, after seeing the new Beauty and the Beast, I can assure you that we need this new BATB.
My first taste of mangosteen was not my choice. We were walking along a street in Shanghai and passed a vendor with two big baskets of these little plum-sized fruits. He had opened one and was offering passers-by tiny sections on a toothpick. We stopped and asked what they were, and he stuck a piece in my mouth! Unasked! Cheeky! If it had been durian I would have spit it out and slapped him, but lucky for him it was delicious--sweet and slimy like a banana, but in tiny sections like citrus fruit.
I’ve seen a lot of beautiful architecture during my travels: castles, cathedrals, mosques, bridges, towers, museums. However, one of the most interesting kinds of architecture I’ve come across is the wall. In ancient and medieval times, walls were the best way to protect a city, but after the medieval era, walls were deemed useless because of inventions (such as the cannon) which could propel ammunition over the walls, so they were often torn down. A few examples still stand.
Not “a vegetable” but the “A” vegetable. There is not B vegetable or C vegetable, but there is the A vegetable. It looks like romaine lettuce without the bony white stalk, and it’s mild enough to eat raw in salads. As pictured here, it also stir fries up beautifully. I took this picture in Din Tai Fung in Taipei, and then I ate everything in sight.
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.