We were walking through the local market, surveying all the curing pork, vegetables and fruit yesterday when we came across a woman selling the freshest greens we'd seen. She had huge Chinese scallions, all manner of bitter green, lettuces, gourds, cucumbers, etc. She approached us and made a sweeping gesture of her goods to indicate we should buy. We responded that we couldn't cook. She chuckled, shaking her head, and then said something. View Post »
At Dune Cafe in Kúnmīng yesterday, Matt ordered, "young soybeans" for 15rmb. The waitress brought a frozen chunk of edamame with a tiny side of soy sauce. Matt ate a couple and noted at least the beans weren't frozen. We wondered briefly about how the soy sauce was intended to be used. Then Matt brought them back.
Matt: "Wèishénme zhège yŏu bīng?" Why does this have ice?
Waitress: "....bīngde" ....frozen
Matt: "Bīngde" frozen
Matt: "Zhège kĕyĭ yŏu...kĕyĭ méi yŏu bīng ma?" Can this have...can not have ice?
The waitress smiled sheepishly, took the plate and brought it to the kitchen. Matt ordered two more beers and came back. In one minute the plate was returned with 8% less ice.
Waitress: "Hăo ba" Good?
Matt: (Pause, looking at me). "Méi yŏu wénti." No problem. (Pause, as he ... View Post »
Among people who follow the old life-ways without change, attachment to inherited patterns is stronger than we, impatient for variety, can realize.