If something contains the adjective gourmet in its name, does that automatically make it more appealing? Something to ponder.
Along with this expiry date.
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I like eggs. Chicken eggs, specifically. And the thought of other types of eggs—like these quail ones, as well as duck and ostrich—kind of weirds me out.
I bought this item because it’s, you know, cookies. That’s enough reason, right?
The back of the box got me curious about two things: What was the ingredient that was crossed out and more importantly, did someone go through box after box after box with a silver fine-tipped marker? Boy, I thought parts of my job were tedious.
Over the weekend, when I was standing near a display of Okinawan Sweet Potatoes, I overheard a conversation between a man and his friend that piqued my ever-present food interest. And because I don’t always listen to my mama by not talking to strangers, I asked the man dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt and black slacks to elaborate on his enthusiastic exclamations about these sweet potatoes. He told me how he liked to bake them on a low heat for a certain length of time. I figured that he, a waiter who’s been working for many years at the oldest Chinese restaurant in my city’s Chinatown, probably knew a thing or two or three hundred about cooking, so I’d better listen up.
Some of you who shop at Asian markets may have noticed stacks of colorful boxes near the entrances in recent weeks. Those boxes are filled with Chinese mooncakes to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival (a.k.a. Moon Festival) which falls on October 3rd this year. The festival is basically about worshipping the moon, and involves a Chinese legend with Chang E, the moon goddess. Read more about both here, because typing lots of words right now and trying to form coherent sentences while I’m nursing my first cup of green tea is too much for me. That, and I’m lazy. |
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