This past May we went on a long-anticipated trip to Japan. For three weeks, we walked, ate, observed, photographed, and talked our way through some of the major cities and smaller rural areas. We practised the little phrases of Japanese we had learned (I spent almost an hour trying to perfect my pronounciation of konbanwa, …
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wontons: wrapped, unwrapped.
When I was growing up, we would often eat out, Chinese style, for Sunday lunches. My parents would take my groggy brother and I to loud, gritty restaurants (loud/gritty = better food, naturally), and slouching in cracked vinyl chairs we would order giant bowls of steaming noodles and dumplings. Everything set before us would swim …