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“China is the future of business, son. Mark my words,” he said, and so after a few semesters of Chinese classes, I headed to Beijing’s prestigious Tsinghua University in early 2001. My first few weeks in China were difficult. The little Chinese I had learned in Texas could barely get me anywhere, and I had to come up with elaborate charades to communicate with people. I bought a shiny new bicycle to get around town, which was promptly stolen. To make matters worse, most restaurant menus were written only in Chinese characters. |
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I didn’t see anything that looked like egg rolls, General Tso’s chicken, or the Chinese food I had eaten in America at mall food courts. Instead I ate food from street vendors, which I could easily order by pointing and grunting. Things started looking up, however, after surviving the initial culture shock and a bout of typhoid fever. I started learning how to get around Beijing on my own. I bought a rusty old bike that no one would ever want to steal and a better lock. I gathered very little from classes that I did not regularly attend, but I discovered Chinese culture and food by exploring the city and befriending the people I met. During the middle of that school year abroad, Mary Kate came to visit me for a few months. She was still in high school back in Ohio, and it was thrilling for me to show her China. She was shocked to find out that sushi was not Chinese but actually from Japan, an entirely different country, and that Chinese characters were not just decorations and tattoos, but that people actually read them. Traveling together around the country, we found our definition of Chinese food changing with each new place we visited. Sure, we found stir-fries and kung pao chicken, but we also ate mouth-numbingly spicy food in Sichuan Province, tropical food from the southern province of Yunnan, Portuguese fusion dishes in Macau, Muslim food in Xinjiang Province (lamb kebabs and flatbreads), dim sum dishes in Hong Kong, Tibetan vegetarian dishes, Mongolian hot pot from Inner Mongolia, and home-style northern Beijing food.
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Our joint interest in adventurous eating began early. Our dad was in the United States Air Force, and we had the opportunity to experience the food of other cultures while living and traveling around the world. Our mom is an incredible cook, and she was constantly trying out new recipes with us from her cookbook collection, which seemed to grow exponentially each time we traveled to a new place. By high school we had eaten grilled pigeon at the foot of the Great Pyramids and ceviche served on a banana leaf in Central America, but having never traveled anywhere in Asia meant that the little we learned about Asian culture and food was picked up from Jackie Chan movies and Chinese take-out restaurants. Of course, we now know that there’s a whole lot more to the East. Chinese cuisine is a world of food and is by far our favorite to cook and eat. Completing and publishing our book, Feeding the Dragon: A Culinary Travelogue Through China, took ten years of dreaming, scheming, traveling, moving back to China, cooking, streamlining recipes we gathered from cooks in China, and eating. We are honored to have the opportunity to share with you our passion for cooking Chinese food and to bring you along on our adventures of traveling and eating in this fascinating country. Thanks for visiting us. We hope you enjoy our website! |
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