I am delighted to announce that I have been accepted as a staff writer at FoodSided, the food division of the well-known sports company, FanSided. I will, of course, continue to write here at Food Ergo Love, but I will also be expanding my food writing to FoodSided, in an effort to continue to share my love of food with the world! You can see my first FoodSided article by clicking here. I am very thankful to my readers for helping to make this blog popular enough to be noticed. I would be honored if you would continue to read Food Ergo Love, and also take a look at my articles on FoodSided. Remember, food is love!
No matter where you live on earth, catching a cold is no fun! A runny nose, the sniffles, coughing, those sore aches and pains, weakness — there is just nothing good about being sick. So what sort of medicine do you take? We Westerners tend to ingest chemicals that effectively and immediately resolve the symptoms of a cold, and hey, I am fine with that. Ibuprofen makes me feel better in about 20 minutes, and who wouldn’t want that? Here in China, however, Western medicine still has a long way to go before it is no longer viewed with skepticism and avoided. Why is that?
You are young(ish), single, and if you do not mind saying so yourself, quite the catch. Being a bachelor is really great, isn’t it? You can do anything you want; you don’t have to ask permission for anything; you can go out drinking with the boys all night long; you can wear the same pair of underwear for several days; your dog loves it when you leave your clothes on the floor; and if you want to literally eat nothing but pizza and beer every day and night, you can! But if you ever get tired of the local bar crowd, and you meet a woman whom you think you might enjoy spending some time with, then you might have to change a few things, starting with your idea of a date. And if one of the booths at your local pizza and beer joint has your name on a plaque above it, maybe you should start with cooking.
I have written about Cantonese food before, so I will not go on and on about how it tends to lack the heavy spices and seasoning of other Chinese food, because people in Guangdong strive to bring out the natural flavors of their food. Nor will I wax eloquent about the brilliant colors and enormous selection of Cantonese menus. Rather, I want to simply describe one dish that I enjoyed tonight in an article that, like fishhead meat, is short and sweet.
It is so difficult to describe Chinese culture. At once an ancient, monolithic culture, and a culture as diversified as anything Europe has to offer, China is like its own contradiction. Everything that is, also is not, and then is its very own opposite. How else could I possibly explain my belief, for example, that Chinese people are both industrious and lazy? Or that Beijingers are both welcoming and rude? Or that Chinese traffic is both efficient and chaotic? The moment that a Westerner tries to explain Chinese culture, or put it in a box, it jumps out of that box, smiles, and waves a finger, as if to say, “Ah, silly Westerner, you will never understand us!”