Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Da Huuuuuudge



Da Huuuuuudge
[mistakes that can be made when one follows a recipe without thinking]

Every year on the Sunday after Thanksgiving, a country club near Greenwich, CN hosts a brunch. It's a family affair, during which the children can make gingerbread houses slathered in candies and frosting and all things horrible to tooth enamel. My roommate always goes to this annual gingerbread house-making, and has brought her creation back to our room at school for the past few years. Amidst the end of semester scramble, this confection-decoration served as the only symbol that we recognized the coming holidays. However, that little construction still made quite the difference in the atmosphere of our 130 sq ft living space. Primarily in making me crave gingerbread: making, eating and smelling the molasses and spices. How often my thoughts drifted to this delightful process while grinding on my studies through all hours of the night.

Thus, by the end of the semester, I had three distinct goals for my vacation time: sleep, sleep in front of a fire and make gingerbread.

I set forth upon the first of these goals fairly immediately, and had conquered both of the first two within a day's time of coming home. The third one, however, proved to be a more admirable enemy. It was not until last night, did I finally manage to vanquish it. Truth be told, this was not for lack of trying. I was severely hindered in my progress, by an unfortunate episode that set me back in both spirit and ingredients.

My mom is an avid cook and as such, has an old family recipe book that she's been keeping since she first moved out of her parents' house. As any good recipe book should be, it's covered in food and grease and the old family recipes have been copied several times to new, less food-stain reincarnations. For such a holiday classic as gingerbread, it seemed quite appropriate to consult said tome of traditional kitchen wisdom.

My sister and I pulled out the gingerbread recipe and got to work. We had some doubts when we were facing the ingredients list, but we persisted. It was, afterall, a classic recipe from my mom's family - a recipe for gingerbread without molasses, without brown sugar, with very little butter, ginger, sugar and everything tasty and instead with a healthy dosage of sour cream. But we held to our faith, carefully cutting out the pieces for little gingerbread houses to make and men to frost faces on. How could the recipe mislead us - coming from what appeared to be such a reliable source. Our confidence in this assumption held until the first batch came out of the oven.

The questionable molasses-less dough had puffed up into lumpy, misshapen, pale blobs - no magical process had occurred in the oven to transform the dough. This was not gingerbread. The monstrosities that we had made were the texture of unfortunately moist scones, with a very light ginger flavor - at their best, they could serve as chewy, floury accompaniments for a cup of black tea drunk with a pinky finger in the air. Where was our crispy, (yet chewy if thick enough), flavorful old-school gingerbread? Why had we not seen from the recipe?

My mom, perhaps not quite understanding our disappointment, cheerfully commented on how her family had spent a while looking for a gingerbread recipe that did not require the use of molasses because her younger sister didn't like it. It was then that we began to realize how we had gone wrong. We had been foolish to assume that this recipe was anything other than something that had been a good idea in the 60's and 70's white-american kitchen of my mom's family. A few valiant attempts were made to correct for this mess - my sister suggested an egg-yolk and sugar-coating to give a little golden crispness and round the flavor. A horrible fail. (This resultant yellow, chewy blob was subsequently named Da Huuuuuudge). We were thoroughly defeated.

And therefore, we went to the internet to try again. I'll recommend the Joy of Baking Gingerbread men recipe for your gingerbread needs. Pictures included have a comparison. It also appears as though the lumpy, huuuuuuudge gingerbread man is violating another one of the men. Unintentional.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

毛主席纪念堂,点心/新疆菜,滑板

Let me tell you a little bit about my weekend adventures so far as it
has been a good time. Amazing food has been eaten, some very Chinese
things have been done and witnessed and I am generally glad for many
of the events that have occurred.

On Friday, I finally got around to purchasing my own 滑板, hua1ban,
which I hold to currently be one of China's most popular toys. Girls
and boys alike are constantly seen using these skateboards. (Just look
at the background of this picture). From parks to sidewalks and
certainly all over campus, you're likely to see some kids using these
things. I was intrigued when I first saw them and my curiosity and
desire to try (maybe jealousy would be appropriate) has only grown
since then. I was also curious because I'm pretty sure that I've never
seen anyone much over 4 feet using one and I want to know if it's
possible.

Is it? I'm still not certain. My efforts led me to about 3 or 4 total
spills, which really only means a bruise on my elbow and a scrape and
bruise on one of my knees (which I'm praying won't get infected
because it was a while before I got a chance to wash it out). But by
the time that I stopped, I had definitely figured out the fundamentals
of how to not fall off and turning. I'm still struggling with the
nature of adding speed and I'm not sure if it's because I am not doing
things right or if it simply won't work with someone of my size and
weight. However, coincidentally, later Friday evening, I glimpsed a
girl of 15+ years of age using a huaban with little hullabaloo, which
will lead me to continue my attempts. There was also some good bonding
with the little kids who were around and watching me try to learn.
They make it look easier than walking. Don't trust them.

Friday night's events included eating 新疆 Xinjiang food. Xinjiang is
one of the most western provinces (technically in the same status as
Tibet � an autonomous region associated with China) and has a lot of
large cultural differences from the mainstream eastern Han Chinese.
Recently/right now there have been some problems with ethnic minority
terrorist groups and tension. According to my friend's sources, the
150 reported dead is a very low estimation of around 800 dead from
these events. However, political reasons and strife were not on our
plates Friday night � only a lot of excellent, very satisfying food.
Last Sunday we had also eaten Xinjiang food when we had decided to
choose the night's restaurant by hopping a random bus and getting off
at a random stop. Nevertheless, I could go for a third time. And
fourth…

Saturday morning, I accidentally assumed that one of Beijing's classic
attractions, 琉璃厂 Liulichang would be open pretty early. It's a place
for a lot of buying and selling of things, and I had some
misconceptions about the format of the market. I thought that it was
much more like 潘家园, which I hear opens at 4 am. However, Liulichang is
apparently a bunch of shops and because it's much less free-for-all,
they can wait until 9:30 to open. In conclusion, at 6am it was not a
happening place. I'd like to get to go back, we'll see if I have a
chance, I guess. Afterwards there was a great deal of walking around.
We visited a true 网吧wang3ba1, an internet café, (unfortunately I
didn't take any pictures because it was just too skeevy at 8 in the
morning). I'm also going to just put it out there that that was the
scariest bathroom that I've gone to while in China.

We then paid a visit to 毛主席 Mao zhuxi, or Chairman Mao. Near the
center of Tiananmen square is a large, fairly unattractive rectangular
building hosting the preserved remains of one of China's greatest.
毛主席纪念堂, Maozhuxi ji nian tang, or the Mausoleum of Chairman Mao is
open for free viewing from 8 until 12 which makes it really
inconvenient. However, as my personal recommendation for something not
to miss if you're ever in Beijing, you can tell that I thought it was
well worth it.

Why?

First off, it embodies so many aspects of China. We can start with the
obvious fact that it is none other than Chairman Mao's dead body. And
by that, I mean "dead body", given the very high likelihood that it is
in fact, not really his body or a real human body at all. The urge to
view it and pay respects to it and bow to it (as I witnessed various
people doing today) is also something that seems to be a particular
Chinese attitude. Perhaps it is a combination of patriotism and the
strong societal practices of ancestor acknowledgement and honoring.
And very importantly, the manner in which the viewing occurs is very
Chinese.

(I'm realizing that I could write a great deal of detail about this
but I also need to get to bed because I have not recovered from my
cold. Dilemma.)

The first picture is a picture of Tiananmen today. When I went before
at night, there were lots of people about, but it had a different air.
During the day today, there really did seem to be a lot of people who
were just hanging out, eating food and sitting around the square as a
leisurely activity. It was not what I was expecting the common use of
the square to be. (Also, note how hazy it was today. Right now my
lungs are telling me that they give up on life with this pollution and
the cold combined � it's unpleasant. Today and yesterday were both
"stare straight at the sun in broad daylight" days.)

We waited in line for about an hour to get to see Mao, the whole of
which was unmistakably a Chinese experience. Lines are not something
that Chinese people are fond of. Our American customs were far too
docile and polite compared to the jostling and cutting that was
occurring with great urgency the whole line. My American viewpoint was
"really now, is Mao going to be getting up and going so soon that you
need to be pushing in such a manner?" There was also a particularly
strict repeating recorded announcement in English and Chinese
describing proper behavior, attire and line formation technique. If
that wasn't enough, there were people every fifty feet whose sole job
was to yell at people to stay inside the yellow line, which would be
obeyed for about 10 seconds until the cutting and jostling required
stepping over the yellow line again.

My friend was wearing sandals, which were said various times to be
inappropriate attire. But then again, so were about half of the people
in line � considering that it is summer in Beijing and maybe a little
bit hot and muggy. We decided to try to then act as foreign as
possible as though we didn't understand any of the Chinese that was
being said. ** We passed the time by trying to say Chinese phrases
with horrible American accents, which was surprisingly hard,
(something that would make our teachers proud, I hope.) But in any
case, sandals were not a problem. Also, foreigners were pretty rare,
compared to some of the other places I've been to in China.

Alright, the mausoleum itself 呢? Entering it after waiting outside �
don't take that waiting for a passive action, it was intense
competition for the whole time � was stepping into an airconditioned
haven, silent haven. Although no cameras were allowed, I snapped a
picture of the first chamber with my cell phone. In front of a large
statue of Mao are thousands of fresh flowers which you can buy outside
to give to him. Word is that they are recycled, which is not only
convenient but makes a lot of sense. The next chamber held the coffin
itself. And the body? Tell me about the body?!

It looked very fake. Although I'm no expert on embalming bodies, it
was pretty strange looking and certainly did not appear to once have
been Mao. The face was very orange and looked very hard and stiff,
somewhat like amusement park animatronics people. We shuffled along
and stared ad this orange-faced human figure for about a minute or two
and then were released back into the heat and noise of square. (Not
before passing a souvenir shop or two, of course…)

** My glorious minute looking at Mao was interrupted by one of the
many security guards asking me where I was from in Chinese. I
immediately answered, clearing blowing our
don't-understand-that-Chinese-words-stuff cover.

Afterwards, we ate the best dimsum I've eaten in my entire life and
spent about 50 RMB a person. Highly excellent, the skill and quality
and complexity and delicacy of every dish made us want to cry a little
� also a great contrast to last night's hearty and tasty dinner. Also,
I've eaten a variety of street vendor foods within the past couple
days (without ill side-effects!), which are certainly of the simple,
but very, very tasty category of foods.

Alright. To bed!

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

感冒了,食堂

Unfortunately, colds of varying degrees are rampantly spreading
through PiB right now and I've contracted one. This is my excuse for
not writing a lot tonight, but I will post some pictures and write a
little even though I really just want to sleep for a year or two.

First picture: 日常生活 - 学生食堂 (Daily life, the student cafeteria)
Although eating at restaurants is generally very cheap after the
conversion to American dollars (primarily because there are no such
things as restaurant taxes, service is cheap and there's no need to
tip) the campus cafeterias are even cheaper. They've got plenty of
downsides as well - primarily that if you don't show up within an hour
of when they open for that particular meal, your options of remaining
food are severely limited. Also, I'm not sure how I managed to take a
picture of a dining hall with so few people in it; often going to the
shitang is a good way to remind oneself that yes, there are a lot of
people in China. It's often pretty difficult to find a seat.

At first the system was slightly daunting, because it doesn't seem
like it's limited to students. I it is more of a college community
dining hall - anyone who has a campus card can put money on it and eat
at the cafeteria. I often see little kids - I'm assuming that they
must be professors' or grad students'. There are also a lot of elderly
people of ambiguous association. I have the same confusion towards a
large portion of the campus apartment-type housing. There are many
buildings that clearly aren't student dorms, but it seems like there
are too many to be limited to professors and faculty only.

Anyway, most importantly: how is the dining hall food? A teacher was
asking me, "Now what does American versions of Chinese food actually
taste like?" It tastes kind of like the worst tasting Chinese food of
China - which is to say student cafeteria food. So, from my viewpoint,
受得了 - or I can bear it. It's really not bad.

Second picture: 故宫 The Forbidden City
I'm not going to write a lot. I just think this is kind of a pretty
picture that I took at the back of the Forbidden City. It's good
fengshui to have a large rock behind you, apparently. So this picture
includes part of the emperors' large rock.

Alright, I'm off to study and then to bed.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

回来了!

Oh no! I excused myself from writing once or twice and suddenly it's
been a very long time since I've written anything...

Anyway, I'm back, and I promise that I won't disappear again for my
duration in China. Considering that I only have a few weeks left, that
hopefully shouldn't be too hard.

This is a picture from 潘家园, Pan Jiayuan, one of the classic Bejing,
China markets. A lot of people sell all kinds of trinkets that they
claim are artifacts. As long as you don't value them as artifacts and
are willing to barter over 5 yuan then you can count yourself a true
Chinese person. I bought some books and some communist posters that
may or may not actually be from the 1970's. Even if they weren't
printed in the 70's, they were certainly designed a while ago and I
still find them interesting, about the five American dollars-worth of
interesting that I payed for them. Although I though the fake antiques
are of interest, it was kind of hot and I didn't feel that
enthusiastic about digging through them.

Considering that I hope to be updating regularly from now on, I hope
that I'll be able to tell some better stories and things, but I need
to write my weekly essay now.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Long weekend over, back to the studying grind.

My long weekend has flown by and I am now realizing how much homework I have.
I am going to work on homework first, then hopefully write some things
here if I have time before I get to bed. This afternoon I spent
finishing the letters that I need to write, so I might not have time
to write here tonight, but I will definitely do so tomorrow.

For now, my second favorite sign so far.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

努力学习

Midterm (actually a final) tomorrow.

Just studying right now, but hopefully some interesting things will
start happening tomorrow as soon as the test is over. Long weekend -
yay!

picture: Another taken from a bus window.

Monday, July 13, 2009

老婆,宝贝

picture: Some old ladies and a baby taken during our trip to the
countryside on Saturday. I apologize for the edge of the window in the
left hand side of the frame - my skill at taking pictures out of a bus
window is still not superb.

A few notes of mild interest to write tonight:
- finally set up a VPN client to get around The Great Firewall. (It's
not only so I can check Facebook and watch Youtube, really...)
- Thursday is the "semester" final - so much studying that I could do for this
- the last post two posts are out of order; thankfully due to my VPN
client I noticed that blogger simply didn't post the longer post so I
resent it
- I've started going for a jog every morning. We have class starting
at 7:30 sharp, but so far kicking my butt and doing physical activity
before hand - though it certainly seems more grueling, is paying off
in my ability to stay awake and be present in class.
- Today, the essay that I handed it received the comment "非常不错!"
(fei1chang2bu2cuo4) which is a good comment and made me happy.
However, it also made me laugh because the wording is particularly
Chinese. Literally, the translation is "out of norm not wrong" or a
step further into making sense in English "exceptionally not bad".
- I need to buy some clothes
- Wow, that last point really wasn't interesting
- Which is probably a good indicator that it's about time that I stop
writing and get to bed!