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  1. Dinner 2018 (Part 1)

    New Years Day 2018 Bizarrely for me, today I went vegetarian. Rest assured it was highly temporary and to placate a friend who is going through one of her food fad tantrums. Next week she will only be eating raw whale meat or something. Anyway, dinner was more pleasant than I expected. Most vegetarian restaurants here like to recreate non-vegetarian dishes using vegetable substitutes. I can't figure why? If you want a steak, eat one. Don't make a pretend one! Don't know what half of it was, but it was OK. The "eggs" are sticky rice with a shell made from rice (somehow), I was told. Then I went for a burger!
  2. Yes. We basically flew up to cruising height, had lunch and started to descend.
  3. Breakfast! 2018

    A teaser till I get back from Vietnam and report in full. Breakfast this morning. Bánh mì thịt.
  4. Sichuan Airlines flight from Nanning, China to Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. 20th April 2018. This doesn't look at all appealing but actually tasted not bad. L - R Fish, Rice, Pork. The rice was accompanied by this pickled kholrabi. and when I wasn't paying attention the attendant dropped this piece of corn on top of my rice dish. I detest corn. A sweet bread roll. Dessert; Herbal Jelly. I always think this sounds more like some quack medicine than food but it's OK. For liquid lubrication: This brand is usually translated as Snow Beer on its cans, but the Chinese actually says Snowflake. The flight attendant brought me a second can with which I ate this packet of peanuts which was also included in the meal. All in all not too bad.
  5. Goat

    Goat on Sticks - Zhongshan Road, Nanning night market, China. About an.hour ago. To demonstrate their provenance, they hang the unbutchered half of the beast on the side of the stall.
  6. Goat

    Ah. I see They don't sell it that way in the markets here, but it's what you'll find in restaurant dishes. I often cut all sorts meats into that format. We like a good gnaw round these parts!
  7. Fast Food Localisation

    I guess so. In fact, both look the same to me. But I ain't going in to find out. Hand made daily is pretty meaningless, when you think about it. Could mean exactly what it says, but months ago and frozen. I am pretty sure they aren't hand crafted inside my local KFC every morning.
  8. Successful, global fast food chains, as we know, localise their food to the particular territories they operate in. I thought it may be interesting to see some examples. Pizza Hut, here in China, is currently offering this. The 'headline' reads "Nine Tastes Together" and the sub says something like "China Come Together". So, it's a gastronomic trip around China. The 9 sections of the pizza are (L-R, Top- Bottom): Xinjiang Cumin Lamb (Mutton) Shaanxi Cured Beef Harbin Red Sausage Sichuan Gongbao Chicken (Kung-Po Chicken) Beijing Duck Shanghai Fried Shrimp Yunnan Mushrooms Macao Roast Pork Cantonese Char Siu Did I eat it. Certainly not. Sounds and looks terrible! What have they come up with in your neck of the woods?
  9. Goat

    I am totally bone tolerant*, too. But have occasionally bought a leg or other joint and boned it myself for more sensitive souls. *Even prefer it that way
  10. Fast Food Localisation

    I'm guessing your local KFC doesn't have these. Salted Egg Yolk and Pork Rice Rolls Large Rice Rolls - Hand Made | Made Each Day
  11. Dinner 2018 (Part 1)

    Spicy Kidney and Mushrooms. Cuttlefish Ink Noodles and Peas.
  12. Goat

    That's true in many parts of the world. In fact, in many languages there is no differentiation between the two. Here in China both mutton/lamb and goat are referred to as 羊 yáng meaning 'sheep'. Only if you are a zoologist or the like then goat is 山羊shān yáng, meaning 'mountain sheep'. Every twelve years there is an argument as to whether it's the Year of the Sheep or Goat in English translation. I like goat, too. It works with most lamb recipes, but is a bit gamier. Particularly good in curries. I at it a lot in Jamaica and in Caribbean restaurants in London. Also in India and often here in China.
  13. First Steps in Cooking

    A friend sent me these pictures yesterday. Her son's first steps into preparing a meal (aided by his grandmother). OK. Not technically "cooking", but we all started somewhere and the concentration as he builds his lunch and the joy on his face as he bites into his creation is inspirational.
  14. Breakfast! 2018

    Yeah, thanks. I've been dozing most of my life the day. Changed plans mean I now have three days of nothing in particular to do. Good old Macbeth. That Shakey guy sure had a way with words! Need to start thinking about tomorrow's fast breaker.
  15. First Steps in Cooking

    They live in the provincial capital, Nanning which is an hour and a half train ride away. I will be going there later this week to catch my plane to Vietnam, but won't have time to see them this trip. Love your suggestion though and will do so at some time in the not too far future.
  16. Breakfast! 2018

    Got up early to catch a flight to Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon). I'm a nervous flier and, as I just posted on the Stress eating topic, stress kills my appetite. But I knew I had to eat at least a little. I'm out of bread as I didn't want to bake before leaving for a week. Boiled an egg. Unusually for me, a chicken egg. Then I couldn't find my egg cup! More stress! Fortunately, I discovered I had a couple of frozen wo wo tou cup buns (窝窝头) in the freezer. Nuked them and combined bread and eggcups into one! Genius! Just downed them with a cup of industrial strength black coffee and received a phone call informing me that I need to postpone my trip! Stressed stress. Rebooked for Friday. Went back to bed.
  17. First Steps in Cooking

    My trip has been postponed, so I have time to add my own story. Some of this, but not all, I've mentioned on eG in other contexts. My mother was born in France and when she was nine years old Hitler invaded. My grandfather worked for the French government in some mysterious category which I've never understood and nearly the whole family fled as he was almost certain to be shot if found. My mother was the youngest of 13 kids! 5 boys 8 girls. The boys, by then men, were in the army and so remained longer. All the girls other than the eldest left for Britain and relative safety. The eldest lived through the occupation under an assumed name and survived. In fact the whole family survived the war, unlike so many. Once the war was over, most of the family's refugees scattered across the world. I have family on almost every continent. My grandparents returned to France. My mother, one sister and one brother remained in the UK. Now 90, my mother is the only one still alive. Anyway, this all preamble to cooking. She grew up, from the age of nine in wartime England under strict rationing. Her mother did not allow her to learn to cook. Food was too scarce to be "practised on". If she messed up or even burned the dinner, it was all over. You couldn't rush out and buy more. So she never really learned to cook until she moved to Scotland and married my father. He was of a generation or generations of men who wouldn't stoop so low as to cook and to this day I remain half convinced he didn't know our house had a kitchen, or where it was, or what happened there. Food for him just arrived like storks bringing babies. I doubt he ever thought about it. So, growing up, food to me was simply fuel. The height of mother's culinary skill was not actively poisoning us. Taste, texture, or appearance did not enter the equation. Now, please don't think I am slandering my mother in public in any way. She happily admits to being the world's worst cook and a disgrace to her French heritage. Then, I think it must have been 1959 or 1960, both my parents were struck by a flu epidemic. Real flu. Not a bit of a cold self-pityingly described as flu and, as the eldest offspring, it fell to me to keep my siblings' hunger at bay. I vividly remember going shopping then running back and forward between the kitchen and my parents' bed room getting mumbled instructions and trying to carry them out. I made a sort of mince and tatties, that Scottish gourmet classic. It was probably overcooked and under seasoned, if seasoned at all. I forget the details. Selective amnesia probably, but no one died. We survived until help arrived in the large shape of my father's ancient, widowed aunt, a terrifying woman who smelled of Victorian Scotland and mothballs. I still didn't take up cooking properly until years later I met my first girlfriend and her father cooked me a meal that changed my life. He made a simple omelet and for the first time I discovered that food can taste good! It was sublime. As I've mentioned here before, I still follow his technique meticulously. You could say that I suddenly and simultaneously found that girls had redeeming qualities after all and that food is even more fascinating.
  18. First Steps in Cooking

    I vividly remember the first thing I cooked, even after almost 60 years. I will tell later, but a bit busy now getting ready for a trip in the morning. And I'd love to hear any other memories first.
  19. First Steps in Cooking

    Indeed. My earliest food memory is of my grandmother (maternal) in the kitchen, cooking. I think I thought that was where she lived, just like I thought teachers lived in the school.
  20. Dinner 2018 (Part 1)

    Beige. Very beige. No beige taste though. Chicken and Chips, Liuzhou style. With 무말랭이 (Daikon Radish Kimchi) which goes remarkably well with chicken and chips or fish and... Some people might call the chicken "goujons". I just call them bits. Last home cooked dinner for a week or so, as I'm popping down to Vietnam in the morning for a short, but important business trip. Hope they have something more colourful there!
  21. Breakfast! 2018

  22. First Steps in Cooking

    It is sliced, spam-like, mechanically recovered, industrial pork sausage, cucumber, lettuce, and tomato. The bread will be sweet and cake-like. Masterfully seasoned with some KFC tomato ketchup from purloined sachets. No salt, no pepper and no butter on the bread. Very Chinese! I'm told he wanted to make a hamburger, but Gran has no idea what a hamburger is and supplied the wrong ingredients. Didn't seem to bother him.
  23. Cooking wok

    Not what I or anyone I know would call a "wok".
  24. Dinner 2018 (Part 1)

    I could eat that right now, and I just finished lunch!
  25. Hello from Jim

    Welcome. Which Derby? There are many.