Today after class a friend took us to a dumpling restaurant for lunch. We ordered two big plates of fried dumplings, one meat and one vegetable. They were wonderful! As I was leaving the restaurant, I peeked into the kitchen where I saw a big group of ladies chatting as they were preparing trays and trays of dumplings (see picture above). What a wonderful sight, so many dumplings soon to be enjoyed!
There is a large American community here, that we have slowly been making friends with, as the community is pretty tight. It has been such a help and very fun to be able to hang out with them, as they all are always ready to lend us a hand or share their lessons learned with us. But 'my side of the story' is that it's been hard to relate on the level of food.
I can't understand why the Americans here are not as excited about noodles, dumplings, and rice, as I am! What's the deal with craving bread, cheese, soups, milk, and stews, when we are in the land of amazing noodles and rice dishes???
To add to my shock, I just learned that even my dear ole husband agrees with our new friends about their food choice! It's such a delight to my husband's stomach when we get invited over to our new friend's apartments and they graciously share their short supply of homemade breads and other American treats with us.
This is one form of 'culture shock' that I have been experiencing. I owe it to my dad for giving me my Asian stomach. =) Thanks Dad, come join me for a big plate of dumplings!

