FISH WONTON W/ ANCHOVY, GARLIC , TABASCO

[ezcol_1fifth]  [/ezcol_1fifth] [ezcol_3fifth] HOW DARE YOU.  I'M SUPPOSED TO HAVE TASTE-BUDS OF HIGH CALIBER As we are preparing for our Tuscany vacation that is fast approaching this Saturday, I'm going to quickly leave you with an even faster recipe. I threw this together in less than an hour today, in a frantic effort to clean out the freezer (duh, to make way for the incoming fleet of smuggled imported Italian goods), and they turned out to be little drops of afternoon delights.  So why fish wonton?  Why fish?  See, I don't know about you, but when other people stock up their freezer with prime rib-eye steaks from Cosco, I do mine with frozen catfish fillets.  I don't know why.  Cheapness, possibly.  Don't make me admit that I like frozen catfish.  I'm supposed to have taste-buds of high caliber.  How dare you.  No, the point is, I was saying

M(Y) SHANGHAI’S COLD WONTONS IN SPICY PEANUT SAUCE

[ezcol_1third] YOUR ULTIMATE REVENGE TOWARDS THE COMING ASS-BINDING HEATWAVES A REFRESHINGLY PLEASURABLE PAIN, BEST SERVED COLD [/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_2third_end] It might say something about me, perhaps not in the most positive light, whenever I fell for a Chinese dish-inspiration from half way around the world while living right inside the epicenter of it all, where the "real things" are or so they say.  What kind of a food-blogger, who eats and breathes right off of the ground-zero of a very old, very diverse and rapidly morphing food-culture often generalized as "Chinese foods", would cook you a Chinese dish that comes from an Instagram of a New Yorker who took it at a restaurant that are, out of all places, in Brooklyn. Lazy?  Perhaps.  Utter dumb luck?  That's for sure.  Because you see, without this inconvenient loop around the globe it has traveled, the inspiration for this down-home Shanghainese summer snack, in one form or another, would have otherwise never found its way to melt in my warm embrace.  And this is, I guess especially for those who have experienced living abroad, a perfectly explainable social phenomenon. Thing is, I believe across all cultures, that the restaurants indigenous to where they are located, often times with great effort, focus on serving what they perceive as "restaurant-style/worthy" dishes only.

Wontons for Him

(简体)(繁體) There are about a hundred activities that are on my list of things to AVOID at ALL COST in Beijing.  Taking a cab is one of them.  I'm from New York, the international training-hub for cab-EQ and I thought I graduated smoothly with only one slip that caught me off-guard somewhere on Christopher Street.  So to say that I have NO tolerance for supposedly my favorite transportation in the world, is saying a lot.  If you think New York cab's got attitude, how about multiplying that by 10 folds then add these to top the cake:  a) The car is built to be as safe as a tin can.  b) Driver tells you that it's his second day on the job so that he's completely CLUELESS on the directions OR how to keep you alive for that matter.  c) A thick stench of body odor permeating throughout and you realized only a short stub of screw is left where the window control used to be.  d) It's 104 degrees outside but the AC doesn't work (they never do) PLUS the window STILL doesn't open and YES of course

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