I had high hopes for 2010, but those days are over. I didn’t keep my January 1st New Year’s Resolutions. Not even for a day. When February 14th, Chinese New Year, came around I took the opportunity to edit and reinstate my resolutions. Here was New Year’s again! Another chance at success! Wake up at 6, run at least 3 miles everyday, and get out of debt entirely in 2010 turned into wake up no later than 9, don’t expand my debt any more than I have to, and if you’re not going to exercise, at least feel bad about it and take a multivitamin.
None of my Chinese friends make New Year’s Resolutions. In fact, they thought I was hilarious for making them and were shocked when I told them that January in the U.S. was the biggest time for new gym memberships because of people deciding to get in shape or lose weight. While I think this very Western mentality of constantly wanting to improve ourselves and our personal lot in life is admirable, I don’t think I have any chance of keeping a resolution I make simply because it’s a new year unless it’s something like eat a piece of chocolate everyday. That I can do.
A huge Chinese New Year tradition however is that of making jiaozi (饺子，traditional Chinese dumplings) at midnight on Chinese New Year (February 14th). One dumpling in the bunch is made with a gold coin inside. Bite into that one and you’re going to have luck for the entire year. Nate and I were fortunate enough to have dinner with my friend Yuki and her family. Her father was an excellent cook and made way too much food for us to ever finish. Later we all folded jiaozi together in the kitchen and I learned a new very simple cool way of folding them from Yuki’s mom. I’m still practicing, but I’ll try to make a video of that.
The only dish I didn't like was the boiled pig's feet (pictured below, top and center). That's just not my scene. Interestingly enough, my Chinese friend Susan who was also a guest at the Huang family house, told Yuki's dad that every dish he made was too salty and that her grandmother was a better cook than him. It was an uncomfortable moment but Chinese people (especially Susan) are blunt like that and sometimes downright rude. He nodded and accepted it as if fact. If you're a guest in America and you think the meal is atrocious even to the point that you'd rather eat your napkin than smell the food, you still keep it to yourself. I learned this lesson at my friend's 14th Birthday party when her mom brought out a huge, colorful cake to the table and I asked, kindly I thought, if it was homemade or store bought. She said to me in front of all my friends, "You are a very immature, rude girl and your mother didn't teach you any manners." Her face had turned the color of the crimson icing on the stale cake she'd made (or possibly bought) and she stomped out of the room and left her daughter to blow out the candles without her. Now there's a beacon of light in the dark world of bad manners...
-mk