(One year ago this month, Pa and I made the trek to China to adopt our sweet Sister Susie. I am going to take the first seventeen days of February 2008 to revisit that trip. Hop in for the ride!)
Now ordinarily, I do not like to do a "meet and greet" with the meat I'll soon be eating. But alas, we were in China.
Behold, the "Peking Duck:"
Which, and I think you will agree, was not doing a whole lot of "peeking" at that particular moment.
But you can't be in Beijing and miss out on this particular "delicacy," so try it we did.
Along with a whole table-full of other good eats:
Now ordinarily, I do not like to do a "meet and greet" with the meat I'll soon be eating. But alas, we were in China.
Behold, the "Peking Duck:"
Which, and I think you will agree, was not doing a whole lot of "peeking" at that particular moment.
But you can't be in Beijing and miss out on this particular "delicacy," so try it we did.
Along with a whole table-full of other good eats:
Which reminds me!
Nothing says "mealtime efficiency" like The Lazy Susan! That circular gal served up family-sized dishes of mystery meats and veggie treats. All we had to do was fling that dumbwaiter around, and "voila!" Dinner was served.
(And lest you think I have insulted both Susan and our sweet Asian servers, you'd be wrong.)
So here's part of our gang (I'm in the red--no, the other red), sitting at a table for ten:
And I'll set my snarky kick aside for a moment and say: It was so enjoyable to eat with such fine folks, day in and day out. Joking and cackling, tasting and trying. Sharing our food; sharing our lives.
It was good to be in China.
With friends.
