i’m always making fic recs so i figured another kind of rec wouldn’t hurt. these are a few of my favorite recipes. go and bake, my friends. also drink, because that strawberry lemonade vodka is ridiculously delicious.
(via whenfangirlmeetsworld)
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Fish’s head soup. First indication that one has touched on Chinese soil: ain’t nobody looking you askance for getting excited over receiving the portion with the eyeball.
The part of a fish I like eating the most is actually the tiny bit of flesh underneath the eye. For some reason it is usually the most tender piece of the whole shebang, just a morsel that melts in the mouth and is overlooked by others looking to pick over bigger chunks from the body of the fish.
And the eyeball, of course. You can tell how Westernised an Asian kid in North America (or perhaps Europe, but I’m less certain there) is by whether they eat the eyeball or not. It’s highly nutritious and has a fabulously goopy texture.
Probably one of my favourite stories to tell Chinese people in China is of the time one of my Caucasian-American friends exclaimed that they couldn’t possibly eat a fish with the head intact because the eyes were watching them.
First order of business: offloading photos from China with which I’ve done nothing as of yet.
Detroit in the evening with a pink haze in the background (hearsay: the city used to be victim to a pink fog every night courtesy of industrial pollution).
Instant noodles on the plane as a refreshment. Amenities of Delta Airlines, if I remember correctly. They were actually pretty good, but then again this was somewhere around the eighth hour on a thirteen-hour plane ride.
Shanghai in the afternoon from my dorm in Pudong. This balcony faced a vaguely northern position and there was some factory visible when facing west on it that would spurt a column of smoke by day and a column of fire by night. A source of great entertainment for me at the time, thank you childhood Sunday School.
