The Challenge Continues...

After my last post I begin thinking through the linguistic and mathematical implications of saying I purchased liang jin of green onions. That was when I realized that my listening skills are still poor and my memory skills are even worse. We won't discuss my mathematically abilities. During one of the first sessions with my language tutor she taught me that green onions are not sold by the jin, rather they are sold by the bundle. Or by the kuar. So instead of the liang jin challenge what I should have titled my last post was the liang kuar challenge.

After pondering my next move in the challenge I realized that I could always pull out the ace in my pocket that so many cooks through the ages have pulled out when they have purchased too much food...just invite people over. So the challenge continued Sunday morning when we invited two of our friends over for dinner.

But before dinner came lunch and before lunch came counting and cutting green onions. I decided we would eat baked potatoes for lunch and then Asian food for dinner. I calculated that we would use 1/2 an onion for the potatoes, 2 onions for the stir fried green beans, 1 1/2 onions for the chicken and bok choy and 3 onions for the oniony noodles. (This is a dish that requires ginger, garlic, sesame oil and butter. I don't think it really counts as an Asian dish, but since half the ingredients qualify I let it slide. Those whities, always adding butter to their Asian dishes.)

I got to chopping away and by the end of the day here's what happened.

Lunch went well, baked potatoes are always delicious with cheese and green onions.



Dinner went well too, so well in fact that we forgot to take pictures until after dinner was finished. Here's the chicken and bok choy.



The green beans.



And the oniony noodles.



But here's where the challenge lies. After all my calculating and cutting this is what the green onions looked like. Three bowls ready for stir fry and potatoes, one bag ready for noodles. Two full onions waiting in the fridge to be used later this week.


Side note, how can you tell if someone is a truly interested in creating the perfect blog post? I'll give you a hint, it's not the person who refuses to take the time to flip the picture that posted sideways on their blog...

At the end of the day I was left with one bowl and two full onions waiting to be used. And the bowl wasn't small...



So in other words, the challenge continues. I'm thinking that with the popularity of the green onion pancake suggestion that I might have to try it out!

In other news I would just like the world to know that when I purchased liang jin of chicken breast this weekend that I didn't know I was getting a little bonus. If you look carefully you will see the chicken esophagus still attached to that chicken breast on the left. At least I think that's the esophagus, I'm not sure what the heck it is. The large pile above the esophagus would be the bonus fat and bone that also came with our chicken. Looks delicious huh?

The liang jin challenge

There is a lady in front of our apartment complex that sells vegetables. This lady has endeared herself to me over and over for a few reasons. One, she is sometimes grumpy, which scared me at first, but now since I have discovered that most grumpiness here is weather related I find it amusing. Two, she understands when I speak the language. Three, I understand her when she speaks the language. Which really isn't so unique since I do understand most people. It's the fact that she continues to speak to me in her language over and over again even though she knows I can't really say anything back that is very endearing. And that occasionally we even approach a dialogue. And finally the real reason I think the vegetable lady is endearing...she vouches for me to others. Once I overheard her tell someone else that I could speak the language when they asked if I understood what was just said. At least I think that's what she said. The vegetable lady may vouch for me, but really the jury is still out as to whether I have any clue to what is happening around me.

So Wednesday morning, I stopped by the vegetable cart on the way home to buy two things: eggs and green onions. (I was making fried rice.) Unfortunately she wouldn't have eggs until the evening and the green onions were bundled up in bundles of two jin. (Please note: one jin equals half a kilogram, two jin equals two kilograms. Knowing this will take you far around these parts. I thank MW for making this known to me. I thank BL for her many trips to the market with me for helping cement the tones.) Over the course of our "conversation" I became so excited by the fact that I understood the eggs wouldn't be available until later that when my vegetable lady asked if I would in fact still like the green onions, even though they were in a bundle of two jin, I immediately said, "ok." Well actually, what I really should say is I used my non-verbal communication skills of nodding my head up and down to say "Yes please, I would like liang jin of green onions."

I knew I was in trouble as I was walking away. Two jin is a lot of green onions anywhere in the world. Here in our country it's even more because green onions here are huge! See look at this picture of the bunch taken on our kitchen window sill. I promise we don't live in a smurf-sized house, the green onions just grow that big. In fact the farmers here would scoff at the farmers in America and tell them to quit picking those pansy green onions and let them grow into real men before taking them to the market.


So back at home as I stared at these green onions, which in case you were curious are called cong, I decided the only thing to do was to create the liang jin challenge. Here is the challenge: use the liang jin of green onions before the green onions go bad. Since vegetables are picked and then brought to market pretty quickly they actually have a fairly long shelf life here in our city. Last time when I bought yi jin (half a kilogram) of green onions they made in through about two weeks of life in our home before going bad. So I think I have about two weeks to complete my challenge.

And although I do not proclaim to either A. Be a foodie. B. Be a food blogger. or C. Create grammatical correct sentences on my blog, I think I will go ahead and document my challenge. You will see how both A, B and C are important to note or will become important to note as you either: A. Are appalled at how simple or ugly the food I make is in comparison to the delicacies you may experience elsewhere. B. You become more appalled at the horrendous pictures that I take of the already not attractive food created by myself or C. Are trying to read this sentence and have become paralyzed by your desire to grab a red pen and start scratching red edit marks on your computer screen.

There is one more thing you may want to know before I show you how I got started. If you are living in the states you will probably find that green onions tend to be sold in bunches of six. Usually half a bunch or the whole bunch will be enough for any recipe you use. Of course that's because the farmers in the states grow pansy green onions. Here in this country, one single green onion equals half a bunch of green onions in the states. Two green onions will equal the whole bunch. So part of the challenge will be using the nine stalks that comprised this two jin before they go bad.

Here's what happened to the first stalk. I made the fried rice:


Yeah, I know, I need to cut up the eggs smaller next time and make the rice stick together better by using more oil and salt. There's always next time...and of course this dish may appear again in the challenge.

The second stalk went into tonight's dinner which I am proud to say was made completely from scratch. My mom made this a lot when I was little and I loved it! She makes a cream sauce, and then adds a bag of frozen mixed vegetables to the sauce. The she pours it all over Pillsbury biscuits. Yummy!

Today I made homemade biscuits just to see if I could and they turned out great...I'm actually still amazed. So for dinner we had a favorite from my Mom: creamy vegetables and biscuits. You can also add chicken and call this little dish chicken and biscuits. Of course you can't buy a bag of frozen mixed vegetables in our new city, but you can also make them yourself by cutting carrots, green beans, etc. up into little cubes resembling what comes out of the frozen vegetable bag and then just boiling them.



Sidenote: If you are trying to secretly, and I mean so secretly that you aren't even aware of it yourself, turn your husband into a flexatarian then go for the creamy vegetables and biscuits option. But don't let your husband notice, because even though as a flexatarian he can still eat chicken, more often then not in foreign countries flexatarians prefer to eat less meat then normal.

I now have seven stalks of green onions left. Unfortunately one of the difficulties in the challenge is leftovers. It seems like ever since we moved overseas we are either eating less or I am making more food then in the states. At every meal we have more then enough food for the two of us. In fact if we had two or three kids I think they would have probably left tonight's dinner table sufficiently nourished. But fortunately if this challenge does in fact last for two weeks that's exactly 26 remaining meals for these green onions to be consumed. Which is plenty of time for new dishes and leftovers to be consumed. And that's just if you don't count breakfast...because let's be honest, who eats green onions for breakfast. Unless of course you make omelets...hmm...

The Unthinkable...

I recently finished a book called The Unthinkable: Who survives when disaster strikes---and Why by Amanda Ripley. Now you might be thinking, "What, why would you read such a horrible book! That just sounds morbid." And I'll admit, it was a little morbid, but it was also really fascinating. Ripley breaks down the individual experiences of survivors from major disasters like 9/11 and Hurricane Katrina. She also points out what those who didn't make it through the disaster had in common.

For example, and this took me by surprise, did you know that the largest demographic of those who died during Hurricane Katrina was not those paralyzed from leaving by poverty? The greatest number of people who died during Hurricane Katrina were older folks who had survived a previous category five storm during the 60's and thought that Katrina wouldn't be any different. Their own experience and willingness to take a risk was what in the end kept them in New Orleans even though they were ordered to evacuate. Interesting huh?

There were a lot of other interesting elements to what happens to a person psychologically and physiologically in the middle of extreme terror, but what the author continued to point out is that people tend to have a disaster personality. Some people freeze, others take control, most people say that time begins to do funny things, either speeding up or slowing down to the point that it is hard to know how much time has passed from the beginning of the disaster. A lot of people pee their pants. But the reason is not only fear, well ok, yes essentially it is fear, it is also a very physiological response to the environment. The reason a person loses control of their bowels is because the strength of other physical responses are actually increased so that those not essential to survival actually shut down. So instead of being able to hold in your need to pee, suddenly your hearing or your eye sight is strengthened. One man's eye sight became so strong on 9/11 that he didn't need to wear his glasses for three days after escaping the towers.

Anyways, it was a great book. You should read it if you're morbid like me. But here's the thing. There was one disaster personality that Ripley did not explore. What does a person's disaster personality look like if they are in a foreign country, surrounded by a language they do not speak and in the middle of circumstances they do not always understand and suddenly find themselves the casual observer of a disaster taking place in the early evening across a crowded street? Hmmm...

What would happen let's say if a person saw a large cloud of billowing smoke escaping a local restaurant they pass by each day. Would they just pull out their camera and start to take pictures? Or would they run as fast as they could to the nearby fire station employing any and every new vocabulary word they had learned in the short time they had lived abroad to try and communicate the situation. In the case of my disaster personality, I pulled out the camera. Sad but true...but in case you would like to view what a disaster looks like over here in East Asia, here it is, documented by yours truly.

There is a huge cloud of smoke coming from a local restaurant. Suddenly people begin running from the front door, at least five minutes after the smoke starts.



A waiter runs to the fire station, conveniently located just four doors down.



Unfortunately it takes the fire truck a while to make it to the restaurant because of the crowds.



Meanwhile the people sitting on the second and third floors notice the smoke and find out that the only way out is through the windows. They open the windows and begin to squeeze out. Sidenote: Until this point the fire was slightly comical, but when we saw that people were trapped inside the restaurant we all were struck by how scary this actually was. Another part of my disaster personality appeared and I started praying.



When the fire crew realizes they will need ladders they rush to the top of the fire truck only to discover it will take almost five precious minutes to untie the ladders from the truck.



Unfortunately the ladder is only tall enough to reach the second floor.



But don't worry...a ladder stretching from the second floor to the third is also a possible solution.



And what does the crowd of locals do while all this is happening? Well some as you can see stop to watch like us foreigners, others just keep walking by. Some stop to look at the foreigners because even during a very interesting fire foreigners are also still interesting.



My heart then lurches into my stomach when we realize on the third floor there is a grandpa and grandma who are trapped. How will they get down this crazy, unsteady ladder?



Don't worry, the fire department will strap them in and help lower them down.



In an interesting cultural side note. If you look careful you will see that behind grandpa and grandma are children and grandchildren. I wonder in American culture if we would choose the older generation to be rescued first or the younger? I'm not sure what I would do...that's a tough question. I don't even known if that choice displays any cultural values, but it's an interesting question.

In this case it also might be because after grandma and grandpa are finally down the ladder that the younger girl decides she's too petrified to actually go down the ladder and instead panics. The firefighters are forced to take her down through the smokey restaurant where the fire is now under control.



Sometime after the situation has gotten under control, the firefighters have decided that this would be an excellent time to get out the video camera, hop on up the ladder or maybe the smokey stairwell, to the second floor and start videotaping the rescue. Maybe a training video in the making? Or maybe they have a disaster personality similar to my own.



Ripley ends the book by inviting the reader to consider how what they have read can impact their own experience during a disaster. For the record, I actually saw this fire first and then read the book. But even without reading the book I know the single factor that determined my reaction during this fire was the fact that I am a foreigner here. In the states I would have at least called 911 or done something. At least I hope I would have done something, maybe the only thing that can be done when you are the observer of a disaster is to stop and pray, and look to see if there is a way that you really can help. As far as we know no one was hurt in this fire, thankfully! Now, just a few weeks later, the restaurant has reopened for business. I think I'll wait a little while to try it out though.

I interrupt this blogging silence to bring to you a blog post...

For many weeks I have not blogged and I will say that I found myself missing the self reflection. The reason for my silence stemmed not from a lack of desire, not from a lack of things to say, not from the stress and pressure of learning to live in another country but from one single character flaw...my impatience. Our new apartment, while cozy and conveniently located to many neighbors we desire to befriend, unfortunately also shares bandwidth with a internet cafe. Not only that but blogger is blocked by friendly eyes in our country. So with those factors, and probably several others I do not have the technical expertise to a. understand b. explain and c. stay awake during, anytime I tried to open blogger I was denied. It was explained to me that there was still a way for me to blog, but alas, it still took too much time to open the page. And for my lack of patience I suffered.

So then what has made the difference today? What has brought me back from the silence of being a non-blogger to leaving my mark across the internet in witty banter, or what I like to think is witty banter? One thing has saved me from my silence. It's the man I married, who is now affectionately called Uncle Rico. I like to call him Uncle Rico due to the unfortunate mustache he attempted to grow last week. Walking around the house saying "we would have won state if I'd been on the team" did not help him either.

So to you, Uncle Rico, I thank you! You have freed me from my silence and brought me back to several things I love, not just blogger but also google reader and to staying close to my friends. Where else would I see DM in all his cuteness trying to lift his head for tummy time? And know that MK got a haircut that is not growing out as fast as he would like, a feeling I know too well. How would I know that MW took the boys to Disneyworld in Hong Kong and that RW is getting too big too fast if it were not for the ease and convenience of google reader! And to everyone else whose blog I have marked, for the birthdays I have seen, the babies I oohed over and the parts of life you are sharing with this girl half a world away I say...keep blogging! Because I am back and I am reading what you have to say once again!

Waiting on the answer...

Yesterday I got in a line and stood waiting for a little slip of paper that would give me the answer to a question that had loomed in my mind for about a month. The entire time I kept thinking to myself, "this is what it would be like if you were waiting for the results of a biopsy." And while we weren't waiting to find out if someone had Cancer, I can totally empathize with what that must be like.

A person you don't really know well, who has already delivered similar answers to others like you just minutes before, is going to tell you your fate. The room feels empty and sterile, or in our case full of people speaking a language I don't yet understand. If the answer is "yes, you do have Cancer" then everything you had been planning must be put on hold and your life is going to have to wait a little while.

Fortunately for us, the answer was yes. But not "yes, you have Cancer." Instead we got the answer we had been hoping for "Yes, you can have your student visas, with multiple entries and beginning on the date you desire." Which means the opposite of putting our lives on hold. In fact our "yes" means we don't have to put anything on hold and that we can live out the plans that had already been put in place.

When we got to counter my heart was beating really fast and afterward we both went back to the car and took a nap. Waiting for an answer can be pretty exhausting.

Catch it if you can...

Tonight after a big dinner with friends we came back to the place where we were staying. The Captain and I fell into our usual routine after we've eaten a large dinner. I pulled out my comfy pants and he headed to the bathroom with his DS. Sorry, that's probably too much information for a blog, but I'm just telling it like it is.

We've been staying in Danville, which I think is the Bay Area's best kept secret. This little city is beautiful! I've loved driving because of the awesome hills and mountains. And like anywhere in the Bay, there's always some type of fog, smog or a cloud in the distance that makes everything a little bit more romantical. Tonight did not disappoint. The sunset was gorgeous.

But, tonight just as I was pulling the comfy pants out of my bag, I looked out the window and I saw this...


Pure awesomeness. Now you can't really see it because I'm taking this picture through the blinds in the room. But if you look closely you will see a big, blue cloud in the distance with a red sunset underneath set between two gorgeous rolling, yellow hills dotted with green trees. I loved it! It looked like a cartoon or a drawing it was so pretty. The clouds must have been heavy with rain or something because the red sun setting made them look full and blue. Since the Captain was in the bathroom, I didn't have anyone to share it with. Not knowing what else to do I grabbed our camera and ran outside. I started running down the street trying to find the perfect place to take a picture so I could at least show him later. Or at least blog about it. These clouds were too pretty to be experienced alone. Here's the pics I took...

This one was pretty good, except for the lamppost in the middle. Do you see them, aren't the clouds beautiful?



Here's one without the lamppost.


Here's one with the zoom...



Walking home two thoughts went through my mind. First, I thought of Ree. I love Ree. I don't know her, but she takes awesome pictures, shows me how to cook and tells hilarious stories about cows. You can meet her by clicking here. I thought of Ree because I know she would have taken a picture of this sunset. Except her picture would have probably turned out a little differently then mine. Her picture would have probably equaled the awesomeness of the moment. But then again, I don't think she uses a Canon point and shoot digital camera.

I also thought of the Captain, and not just because I was curious about the state of his DS game. I thought about his recent blog post about pictures and living in the moment. The point being some things are just too gorgeous to ever really capture on film. You know what, I think capturing this sunset, with these perfect blue clouds centered between the rolling hills might qualify as one of those gorgeous moments that could never really be captured. At least not by a Canon point and shoot. But I'm still glad I tried...because there's something about running down the street trying to catch something, anything, that kind of brings excitement to the end of the day.

Old Ladies for sale...

Yesterday I overheard a mom tell her son that Oil of Olay was on sale in the lotion aisle at Target. The son replied...

"Old lady is on sale?"

"No, Oil of Olay is on sale."

"Oh..."

A couple of minutes passed as I continued to debate between the Dove and the Aveeno lotion when the mom sent her son to the next aisle to find grandma and let her know about this great deal. In a very loud voice he shouted...

"Hey Grandma, Old Lady is on sale of there."

So if you need either, Oil of Olay or Old Lady, get yourself down to Target. It's on sale this week.