These mini-mangoes from China look and taste just like regular-size mangoes, except you have to exert 4 times the effort and sloppiness to peel and eat them to equal to one regular mango. Not worth the novelty if you ask me.
It’s always a mouth numbing experience to eat at this Sichuan restaurant in Shenzhen, China.
So I was downstairs having dinner with my friend, when after, we walked up to the cashier and found this unique ensemble encased in a see-thru display. Inside laid sliced and glazed preserved pork and duck sausages on a lighted bowl, while some made into flowers that hanged in the air. On the bottom is a golden ribbon streamer wrapped around beneath the bowl for that special festive look. My friend found it extremely ugly, and told the cashier so, but I found it one of a kind. Who would have thought of such tasteful/distasteful decoration?
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For a few days in a row around dinner time, this tasty aroma of Chinese cooking sweeps through my apartment. It must come from next door, where the kitchen vent faces my open kitchen window. The sense is so strong it makes me hungry almost immediately, then I realize I have nothing but a bowl of leftover noodles in the fridge. I took it out anyway and put it in the microwave. When I start digging in with my wooden chopsticks, the middle is still cold. I took a few bites and dumped the rest. I have to think of something to block that irritatingly irresistible smell.
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