Who needs blood when you can drink bone marrow?
31.07.2010 - 01.08.2010
Last night at dinner, the meat eaters (my family and their friends) were served chicken legs. I would normally be okay with this. But this was not normal. At all. At least not by my (broad, in my opinion) definition of normal. They put on plastic gloves and took out straws, and they sucked the bone marrow out of the chicken. Through. a. straw. I kid you not. If one person had done this, it may have been okay, but it was about eight people all at once, and the cacophony of repulsive slurping made my intestines cringe. It was atrocious. Later, during dinner, the woman seated to my right kept pouring glasses of juice for me (because that's how they do things here--they pour drinks for each other), but my sister was like, BU YONG (not necessary). No, no! She can do it herself. She knows me well :D. I'm actually kind of surprised that she picked up on that aspect of my personality because I was just going to let the lady pour my juice and not say anything. It was cute though--the lady figured out that I like to mix juices (in this cases orange and peach), and she poured in a little of each. But then she tried to pour juice into my water. It was pretty funny actually. I probably would have drunk it too. So...that's a Chinese dinner (or at least part of it). Chi fan! Eat!
This morning, I woke up at 7 on my own (I'm incapable on sleeping in...darn getting up early for school/running). My host mom and ayi (a word for aunt. She is our cook/cleaning lady) taught me how to make jiao zi dumplings. It was really fun, and they were hen hao chi, very delicious. It took a long time though! I'm hoping that I can teach people how to make them once I'm back in the States.
So that was short, but not much has gone down this weekend.
Two weeks left