Jeff and I had a good time in the states visiting family and
letting our taste buds go on a wild rampage. We both ate whatever we wanted. Plus for Christmas, my
mother-in-law got me grape nuts and tuna fish to bring back to China, the best stocking stuffer ever.
But in America, I began to miss some of my favorite Chinese
street food. For starters, the Ham Man (who is now a women).
This local
vendor has a little kiosk parked in a neighborhood garage where she dices and
slices various cuts of smoked pork to your liking, from pig face to pig feet. It is then mixes with
crushed peppers, nuts and cilantro. A hunky helping is about a buck fifty.
The Chinese Cash Register
The Ham Man and other food vendors never
touch the money. That’s what tongs are for.
The Banana Man.
The Lotus Guy. This is the vegetable with free spiro-graph designs inside.
The Stinky Tofu Lady. This stuff could clean the sinus’s out
of a dead guy.
The Squid on a Stick. At least I think it’s squid…
Wok Style Potatoes. If they sold these in front of Wal-marts in America, we’d all be heifer sized.
Hunk of Meat on the Street. At least you know that it’s
fresh.
We weren’t the only one with cubes of food. There were
several other passengers on our flight checking the same recyclable packaging.
January 20th, 2013 at 1:14 am Happy 2013! Thanks for sharing! Love it!