Most of what I encounter here is pretty good.
I have to admit, I have to walk past several stalls of pickled and brined unidentified nastiness in the market to get to produce and chicken, and I still want to vomit every time.
But I will save those pictures for another time.
I’d rather take pictures of yummy things.
Roasted duck-hands down best ever with horseradish dipping sauce far better than the typical hoisin.
Fancy kim-bop type rolls at a phenomenal Korean restaurant.
Spit-roasted lamb. I salivate at the very thought of how awesome that meal was.
Assorted sweets at our expat cookie exchange before Christmas .
I have a thing for persimmons these days. Maybe it’s because I love orange.
Candied sweet potatoes and dates, come out with gooey melted sugar. You dip pieces into cold water so the sugar hardens and crunch down. Dentists, please skip this one.
Streetside steamed mini-dumplings. It’s so picturesque and quintessentially Chinese.
Not sushi, not korean, not mexican.
Sometimes I miss something key in the exchange of conversation and have learned to curb my expectations until after the event is over.
Oh my what a feast we had yesterday.
If you’re a vegetarian, I’m very sorry.
You better stop here, because the rest is very carnivorish.
There is a phrase I learned recently:
Enter leaning against the wall (i.e. faint of starvation),
xxit leaning against the wall (so stuffed you can barely stand upright).
I think it applies to this meal–starve yourself before you
pig lamb out.
In addition to succulent lamb roasted on a spit for hours, then carved at the table and served with a peppery rub, we had tiny shrimp, sauteed eggplant, sweet-n-sour pork, tofu in a soup, spicy fried green beans, eggs with greens, and more.
All reportedly “green” organic type food.
The bonus was weather nice enough to sit on the outside patio without shivering.
Our Chinese friends had invited us out for a whole lamb roast during the national holiday week that is still happening.
We had met them when their daughter was extremely ill last spring, and she will still need some extensive surgical work done down the road.
For now, everyone is happy that she is alive.
Our new neighborhood offers many small street grill restaurants with sidewalk dining option, so we’ve been having a family night on Friday or Saturday.
The kids are surprisingly fond of the rather spicy lamb and beef skewers, along with sweet-n-sour beef, dumplings, and grilled naan bread.
We feel a bit removed from mainstream China with Arabic script everywhere, scattered women wearing head coverings, and Arabic-sounding pop music blaring as the grill guys whoop and holler.
Then there was the matter of the dead rat (which somehow emerged and ended up dead in the middle of the outdoor seating area during our meal) which all the kids agreed was “way cool.”
The cook just got a stick and tossed it off into the shadows.