February 3 was the date heralding the New Chinese Year. 2011 is the year of the Rabbit, according to the neighborhood bulletin board in the Chinese/Cantonese restaurant down the street. Canton is supposedly in Southern China .
I guess southern Chinese food is like chop suey with grits and ribs maybe, or perhaps Barbeque sauce on the side.
It all tastes much the same to me. But then I’m not an affection-ado of Chinese cuisine. I do like Sum Dum, that type of meal where a horde of wait staff wheels around carts laden with various cooked (mostly are cooked) things. Some of the really fresh entrees have not died yet and other entrees seem to have been dead quite some time. Almost all of them, dead or alive, are slippery and elude the novice chopstick. I usually stab it with one stick and eat it like a corndog. This makes some of the staff frown and gives them something more to talk about in the kitchen. Did I say talk? I’m sorry, yell. I’ve never been in a Chinese kitchen but all seem to have a certain constant din.
My favorite thing about a Chinese restaurant meal is the fortune cookie. A simple mixture of egg white, vanilla extract, unbleached flour and sugar, the fortune cookie can be just a cookie or a new life. They’re usually positive and chime in along the lines of astrology in their significance. All depends on the reader. They’re fun when they make you think you have friends and will get rich. I’ve grown to depend on them from time to time, being an architect.
So there’s this guy in Missouri
I don’t know. I think I’ll just keep enjoying them whenever I have Chinese. Every now and then you open one that makes you think twice, however.
It's always something.....
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