chicken feet haha
the girls on exchange in shanghai have descended upon our household, with cannis in tow - except that he's residing in paul and shangren's apartment, of course.
anyhow, they appear to be rather more adventurous food-wise than we are, and i thought i was pretty garang already. we went to the great wall today, and with six girls in the house and one bathroom, we didn't all quite manage to grab something to eat before we left. because we had to split up to cab to the bus station, when i got there yenfang was already standing with the others in the queue eating a fat sausage from a pack of four vacuum packed ones - what's more, they were of the spicy variety. everything that's highly seasoned has ingredients listed on the packaging in chinese, and either we can't identify what it is, or generic terms are used which don't tell you much about what's in the seasoning.
we've never quite wished to purchase meat products of the vacuum packed variety, and there are a lot of them: chicken feet, chicken drumsticks, chicken wings, eggs (which can be found in singapore), donkey meat, dog meat - usually all highly seasoned and, as we've been assured, ready to eat straight from the packet. although the chicken drumsticks i've seen looked pale pink and like they needed to be cooked before they were fit for consumption.
the sausages didn't taste too bad, rather like those canned spicy pork cubes your mother makes you eat with plain porridge when she's too lazy to cook proper food. but i don't think i'll be trying the other products anytime soon.
if ever.
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about three weeks ago paul asked if we needed anything from the supermarket, so i asked him to buy some chicken breast and thigh meat.
you can't go wrong with chicken breast meat, so i don't think he deserves that much credit for coming back with that; he definitely does not deserve credit for the chicken drumlets.
how is that chicken thigh meat?
i suppose it is in its own way, but still.
and he confessed that before i messaged to tell him to do so, he had put the chicken in the chiller and not the freezer compartment of the fridge.
men.
my mother couldn't stop laughing when i told her that story.
***
happy birthday jon wrong. i miss all of you very much.
the girls on exchange in shanghai have descended upon our household, with cannis in tow - except that he's residing in paul and shangren's apartment, of course.
anyhow, they appear to be rather more adventurous food-wise than we are, and i thought i was pretty garang already. we went to the great wall today, and with six girls in the house and one bathroom, we didn't all quite manage to grab something to eat before we left. because we had to split up to cab to the bus station, when i got there yenfang was already standing with the others in the queue eating a fat sausage from a pack of four vacuum packed ones - what's more, they were of the spicy variety. everything that's highly seasoned has ingredients listed on the packaging in chinese, and either we can't identify what it is, or generic terms are used which don't tell you much about what's in the seasoning.
we've never quite wished to purchase meat products of the vacuum packed variety, and there are a lot of them: chicken feet, chicken drumsticks, chicken wings, eggs (which can be found in singapore), donkey meat, dog meat - usually all highly seasoned and, as we've been assured, ready to eat straight from the packet. although the chicken drumsticks i've seen looked pale pink and like they needed to be cooked before they were fit for consumption.
the sausages didn't taste too bad, rather like those canned spicy pork cubes your mother makes you eat with plain porridge when she's too lazy to cook proper food. but i don't think i'll be trying the other products anytime soon.
if ever.
***
about three weeks ago paul asked if we needed anything from the supermarket, so i asked him to buy some chicken breast and thigh meat.
you can't go wrong with chicken breast meat, so i don't think he deserves that much credit for coming back with that; he definitely does not deserve credit for the chicken drumlets.
how is that chicken thigh meat?
i suppose it is in its own way, but still.
and he confessed that before i messaged to tell him to do so, he had put the chicken in the chiller and not the freezer compartment of the fridge.
men.
my mother couldn't stop laughing when i told her that story.
***
happy birthday jon wrong. i miss all of you very much.
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