Just wanted to throw in some great winter pictures. An unusual snowy season for
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Just wanted to throw in some great winter pictures. An unusual snowy season for
We spent our winter holiday in Yangshuo, southern
Yoni had last been to Yangshuo about 20 years ago, and was a bit apprehensive at what he would discover. Things have changed so much in
I was a little overwhelmed by what a backpacker haven it was – felt like being in
We flew into
After the boat trip we were placed on a glorified golf cart for a VERY bumpy ride through the picturesque
Most of the tourist life was centred around a few streets – too many choices of restaurants and they all seemed to have the same menu. A little Western food (usually pizza and spaghetti) and a little Chinese food. The result was that they generally didn’t make either food particularly well. But we didn’t go there for the food. I suppose if we more adventurous, or didn’t have the kids with us, or had a little more time, or all of the above, we might have seen the “real” Yangshuo outside of this tourist destination. But, seeing as we’ve been living in the “real
Our favourite hangout was the Karst café. This was popular with the local rock climbers, and had good enough food and an open fire pit in the middle of the restaurant stocked with chunks of raw coal in case you were cold. When you were bored waiting for your food you could play with the fire – a favourite male pastime, but let’s not get sexist. Noam burned the sole of his shoe one day when trying to stay warm. Not particularly safe to have an open, unvented, fire inside a restaurant, I know, but this was Yangshuo – everything was kind of hippie, laid back, relaxed. Anyway, upstairs they had a nice TV and a bunch of videos and we enjoyed hanging out there and also had a great day rock climbing with the guides from the café - see the picture of my two boys; one's going up and one's coming down.
We did many different things there – biking through the countryside (picture of Yoni, Gary, Kobi and Noam), climbing some mountains (picture of Yoni and Tal), boating down the Li River (there's a picture of Gil alone on the boat with our captain . . who managed to stay on board for the whole trip), visiting a HUGE stalagmite/stalagtite cave (unfortunately, I missed that adventure as I was at cooking school), rock climbing, and seeing a very awesome sound and light show on the Li river directed by Zhang Yi Mo himself. He’s the director of many Chinese films including, “Raise the Red Lantern,” “To Live,” “5 Girls and a Rope” to name a few. Linda (that's the other Linda) and I enjoyed a half-day of Chinese cooking school (there's a picture of that too) and Yoni and
As we were on the boat trips the drivers would inevitably point out to us the various sites – most “famous” mountains seemed to be famous because they looked like something. A mountain that looked like cat ears, or a lion, or the ubiquitous dragon. One mountain supposedly looked like it had 9 horses carved into the side. I counted 3, and that was only using a very active imagination. But regardless, it was spectacular. Some of the caves closer to
We saw a mix of old and new: cormorant fishing whereby the fisherman tie a string around the bird’s throat and then the bird catches fish that it can’t swallow and passes them on to the fisherman (see picture, and there's also a picture of Tal and Zev holding a couple of captive cormorants on one of our day trips - many opportunities to take some of these "posed" pictures as long as you pay the locals a little cash). On the more modern side, there were fishermen (on the same primitive bamboo rafts that the cormorant fishers used) using electric current to electrocute the fish.
Have also included some pictures of village life on the Li River; there's a man squatting by some meat he's preparing - to sell, I think, and a person carrying their load up from the river.
Also included a picture of the whole gang on the last day of our trip. And a good time was had by all. Unfortunately I haven't yet figured out how to put all these pictures in order, but I'm hoping you'll be able to piece everything together. That will be my next blogging lesson. Until then, farewell, adieu, shalom, au revoir, and zai jian.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
The video shows Kobi and Gil Shapero, and Noam, prancing around the fountains during the show and trying to avoid getting wet. What it doesn't show is that, a few moments after the video camera was (unfortunately) turned off, the fountains directly below the steps they're walking on (you can see them in the video) erupted and they all got a nice sprinkle. Luckily, everyone was a good sport, and a good time was still had by all. Use your imagination. One could also ask what were the parents doing just filming this, without actually intervening, right?
Friday, January 4, 2008
A food blog. Been meaning to write this one for awhile. At the beginning of our year, I wrote about this faculty dining hall about 20 metres from our home where we could eat reasonably good Chinese food for unbelievably low prices. Well, we have not been there in a long time as they have a variety of chefs and you never know what awaits you. Been burned too many times. We also stopped going to a student dining hall which, at the beginning, seemed awesome. Cheap, lots of choices - a virtual food court of Xi'an local food, maybe 100 metres from our home. But Tal was the first one to get overwhelmed by the noise, smells, and some of the less appetizing dishes. I was next (one too many bowls of these cold soba-like noodles with lots of msg called mian piar), and now none of us will enter. So, I’ve begun cooking more, we have a few restaurants which we generally like, but we have learned that it is important to not eat too much Chinese food, as we sometimes grow tired of it. Also, the family just seems to do better as a unit when we’re seated in the peace of our own relatively clean, heated home. These restaurants are often very cold - you eat in your winter jacket. Just can’t seem to have that kind of family feeling at some of these joints that, quite frankly, wouldn’t pass even a basic health and safety inspection in the US or Canada.
So, I've asked some Chinese friends to teach me to cook and I bought some things that I vowed would never enter our apartment because we eat out so much: a wok and cooking oil. Actually, I broke with the cooking oil when I was frying potato latkes for Channukah, and the rest kind of happened naturally. Had too much leftover oil. I've made a few decent dishes but most have been only acceptable, at best. I attended a half-day cooking class with my friend Linda (visiting from Toronto with her guys) while traveling in Yangshuo (southern China) recently and learned some good basic Chinese cooking skills. Adjusting the temperature is key, and the concept of “measuring” is pretty much useless. Try adding 2/3 of a spatula of water to a dish and you’ll see what I mean.
My favourite part of cooking is shopping at our wonderful local outdoor market. By contrast, going into the supermarket here usually makes me nuts. It is overcrowded, hot, too many things I don’t recognize or wish I didn’t recognize, tons of salespeople but many of them not particularly helpful, and the lines to get out of there are not necessarily long but just move unbelievably slowly. Took me until very recently to find a decent kind of flour there – my first attempts at challah were just gross. Didn’t even taste good when I tried to make French toast out of them the next day. If you try to buy an item that doesn't have a bar code on it the check out person will tell you you can't buy it . . or you can wait 10 minutes (not an understatement) for somebody to try and get you another one but sometimes they never come back. Most of the products you pay for at the check-out counter but some items have to be bought from special registers throughout the store. Some big items are obvious but others are a surprise (like certain shampoos), and I'm told at the check-out counter that I have to go back up 2 flights and wait in another line before checking out. Grrrr. Probably doesn't help that my Chinese remains limited and I struggle to communicate at the best of times.
Yoni and I tried to return something today at this supermarket (a tea pot that cracked the first time I added hot water . . why do I still insist on buying the cheapest of everything?) and we had to go to 6 different individuals and get a variety of receipts and stamps before we got a refund. I suppose it might have been better just to forego the $3.
Anyway, as I mentioned earlier, the opposite of our local supermarket is the outdoor market across the street and a 10 minute walk from my apartment: a wonderful place, reminiscent of Mahane Yehuda to those of you who know
And the mushrooms . . . . truly amazing! All different kinds - fresh or dried. Also, farm fresh eggs everywhere. And this wonderful round bread with a hint of spice (cumin, maybe, but definitely something else as well) made by the minority Muslim population here. I've included a picture of the market, and a picture of this round bread (like nan or laffa) with these 3 smiling guys who make the stuff. I keep meaning to show them this picture when I go there, but inevitably I'm at the market by the time I remember. Actually, much of
And around the food market is this amazing street with all these outdoor vendors. Hard to buy anything for over 25 cents. I've included a picture of me and Noam with Zev, Kobi and Gil Shapero buying some fresh sugar cane on this street, when the Rothman-Shapero clan was visiting from Toronto. No problem spitting out the sugar cane pulp on the street around here. And there’s this sticky, sweet deep fried rice/dough rolled into a ball, sprinkled with sesame seeds, and filled with sweet red bean paste. You might have eaten it at a dim sum place. Every time I ask the guy what it’s called he says something different so I still don’t know what to call it. There’s this kind of mini waffle dish that the boys love – we used to eat something like it in
I've discovered that the secret to enjoying this street is to just take a taste of everything and don't over-indulge. And there’s a kind of bread called “bing” (pronounced with a falling/rising tone) which is round like a pita, but doesn’t have a pocket and is a bit more crumbly and a touch sweet. Works great for mini pizzas and tuna melts, but you can also buy it stuffed with all kinds of pickled vegetables or have it shredded in soup with lots of vegetables and your choice of lamb, beef, or just plain vegetarian - the soup is called pa mou and one of my favourite local delicacies. And there’s a sweet or salty bread baked in these outdoor coal-burning kind of metal tandoor oven (garbage cans in other countries, maybe?). One of our favourite outdoor grabs is a plain roasted sweet potato. They have two kinds of sweet potatoes - one's white and less sweet, a bit dry, and the other is dark orange and perfectly creamy when baked correctly. Hard to go wrong unless you’re the person who has to sell it . . 7 days a week beside a coal-stoked fire, pushing your little cart around town.
Our favourite snack: seaweed. There’s regular Chinese seaweed and then there’s the Korean stuff – more textured. I prefer the Korean, as does Tal. Rice crackers – different than the ones we used to buy in NP. There’s seaweed flavour, sugar-sprinkled (yum), deep fried (less yum), and some others we don’t try. There’s lots of these dried tofu snacks as well, but we haven’t explored them yet. Once I thought I was trying dried tofu but it was dried, pickled bamboo. Not a big seller. And we've tried honey dried Chinese dates (yum) and a kind of popcorn; slightly sweet and salty at the same time, but it's more corn and less pop than we're used to. We try to avoid the potato chips: Italian meat flavoured, sweet prawn, savory prawn, Mexican chili . . I could go on.
And then there’s this amazing find: a fabulous Indian restaurant. We went there when we had had too much Chinese food, and I just couldn’t bring myself to cook more regularly: cramped kitchen, not the right utensils, couldn’t quite find the right ingredients, etc. Anyway, we went to this Indian restaurant that was recommended by a friend from
And on that note, I'm going to post now. Meant to attach more pictures but I just never seem to get to it, so I may add to this blog later.