The Chinese students at our local collage made a big dinner this evening and invited the community to come share it. This was not the American version of Chinese food. It was the real stuff. Comfort food for a bunch of kids a long way from home.
I filled my plate with some of everything. I have no idea what most of it was. (Just like in China.)
It was all good. I especially liked the asparagus and the wonderful hard-boiled eggs soaked in tea. (Just like in China.) The bright yellow mango flavored "aloe juice" was new to me, but quite tasty.
It was crowded, so Rachel sat on my lap to eat. (Just like in China.) There were noodles, so she didn't care. I don't think Rachel remembers China or the people who loved her there. But she most definitely has food memories. Just the sight of rice noodles cooked with a little cabbage makes her quiver with excitement. She doesn't do that with any other food. Noodles make her happy. They are her comfort food.
And Katherine, who refused to eat much of anything while we were in China, tried all sorts of unusual dishes and had seconds.
The Chinese students can cook for me any time. That was some good eating...
