When I first got home almost two weeks ago, I was thrilled to go back to my regular diet. In China, most of the dishes have lots of oil, and I didn’t have a lot of fresh salads, pasta, or bread. And the big one that’s missing from Chinese food is CHEESE. Except for Pizza Hut or the occasional dish as pictured below, cheese isn’t part of the Chinese diet. It’s a whole country — over a billion people — who don’t eat cheese. I don’t know how I survived the summer.
But time has passed, and I miss the feasts that were every day occurrences there. I miss the way we all shared our food, and got to try lots of different dishes. I miss having to use thin tissues instead of napkins, eat off of tiny saucers instead of actual plates, and remember which chopsticks were for serving and which were for eating.
I know there are lots of Chinese restaurants here, but it’s not the same. This is a post to honor the way that food in China puts together flavors that you never expected would go together. It seems odd, but it usually works.
Looking at all these photographs is making me hungry. Are you in the Boston area? Where can I go for really good, at least somewhat authentic, Chinese food? Or do I have to travel back through 12 time zones?