how i kept my eater's figure

a dapper british breakfast

In HK I sought the things the guidebook told me (I conceded they are guides for a reason). specifically, I was interested in the half tea half coffee (those in the know call it "halfty half"), and a bun that promised a pad of butter inside. pad of butter bun was sold out all the time! I had to leave HK to find it. But H-ty H, shown here dwarved by supergulp serving of oatmeal, was a new thing for me to be obsessed with and pretend to have the rights to. Its "chowder-like" taste was an enigma.

a breakfast i originally avoided because the name of it was the word for intestine. but it was a thin rice pancake with egg and lettuce (though there were certainly meat options), and wrapped (jus' like an intestine!), sliced, and served with a sweet soy sauce.

hester eats dust

hard to taste much in a crowd like this.

Ending on a high note

This may be my last post of new content, since I'm tucked up cozy in my american blanket as of feb 08. But "coconut rice" turned out to be the best surprise I'd ever ordered, and you won't hear from me again until I've figured out how to recreate it.

shanghai aquarium: keep danger away

new year's

Gan Bei! to Lesley's fam, who made new year's dinner the way, I suppose, it is supposed to be in China. Cabbage with fake tuna, many a mushroom fungus soup, fake fish with mayo kris-krosses. fake cream of crab in a crab shaped dish, fake meat floss, sweet and sour deep fried.