People In My Neighbourhood: the seafood family

One of my favourite neighbourhood shops is the very small seafood store close to where I tutor on Tuesday nights.  The family who owns it always smiles and says "Nihao!" as I approach, and then "The foreigner again" when I'm walking away.  But in a friendly way.

Of course, business demands that they do horrible, murderous things to fish, meaning that you really have to watch your step as you pass.  But October is hairy crab season in Shanghai, so today all hands were on deck for less gory work - plucking wee crabs from a cooler and swaddling their little legs to their bodies with long blades of grass.  As per usual, this was all happening on the sidewalk in front of the store.

Hairy crabs are found in the lakes and rivers around Shanghai, and are a major delicacy.  According to my Shanghainese cousins, crab season is a big deal because it's an opportunity for wealthy businesspeople to gain face by treating each other to crab feasts at exorbitantly pricey restaurants.  I've tried them.  They're super-yummy, though the crab smell lingers on you for at least a day, even if you exfoliate three times.  I've always wondered if this eau de crab also has caché in the business community.

Nooooo! *flailflailflail*

Oh.  Okay.  (Apparently, they keep the grass long so it's easy to pluck them out of the steamer.)

The dad explained that they wear gloves so the pinches hurt less.  Ouch.

Their little boy kept jumping in front of the camera, and then darting around to see the photo on the LCD screen.

Canada FLASHBACK!: (Part 2 of 4: Edmonton)

Edmonton is my hometown.  Now that I live all far away, every visit becomes an insane mash-up of past, present, and future as I:

• dash around to all my old favourite places 
• to see the loved ones that I'm keeping in touch with 
• AND buy all the stuff I'll need during the coming year but can't buy in Shanghai for less than the price of my first-born child
  

At best, the situation looks like:

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ME:  Oh hi, [dear friend/family member]!  ...A macaron?  At Duchess bakery?  Yes, let's meet there, and maybe after we've had a leisurely coffee, we can browse the racks at Value Village for vintage treasures.

ME & DF/FM:  [Companionably] Yay!
//

And at worst, something like:

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ME:  Hi, [dear friend/family member]?  Just stopped at a red light - I'm on my way - just have to stop at London Drugs / Superstore / Zellers / Mountain Equipment Co-op for non-sketchy vitamins / wholesale cases of Cheerios / 100-percent cotton socks / BPA-free water bottles.  Augh!  I have to apply for my China visa!  Totally forgot!  Augh!  [Cars honking as I attempt U-turn] ... I might be late for dinner...

DF/FM:  *sigh*
//

But this time, I had FOUR WEEKS in Edmonton.  Embarrassing riches of time rained down upon my head!*  So it was relaxed, and I didn't do one single U-turn.  Hazzah!

Mom and Aunt Alison (2nd and 5th of six sisters) catch up at the Farmer's Market.

Grandma and I hit Jasper for some hiking.

... then we got wasted.  KID-ding!  (Those glasses of beer are smaller than they look.)

Carla, Nick, and I do a quality-check on the coffee at Transcend.  Yup.  It's perfect.

A Tarty Party: industrial design classmates Jeff and Sergio and I baked shells; guests brought fillings.  It was super-fun and we want to do another one next summer, but the working title ("Summer 2011: Let's Get Re-Tarted") is a little insensitive.  Suggestions welcomed.

*Quote shout-out to Uncle David, who always has the best one-liners.

The many (smiley) faces of national pride

Now that the week-long holiday celebrating the PRC's 61st anniversary is over, I guess they'll take down all the national flags lining the major thoroughfares.  And maybe that other patriotic symbol, the blinking multi-colour LED smiley daisy.  Wait, what the -

(Also spotted near home - a purse store with JUST ONE CATCH!)

Julia visited!

Remember Julia?  She was one of my closest friends the year we studied together at Donghua University.  Then she moved back to Poland.

:(

But she came back!  And we went exploring around Xiaonanmen ("Little south door"), where Shanghai's southernmost city gate used to be.  Now, it's a neighbourhood clinging to its past as highrises and a brand-new metro station pop up around it.  We found an amazing laneway fabric market, took some photos, and ate lamb-on-a-stick, one Shanghai's most delectable street foods.

In the old parts of Shanghai, the photos take themselves.  Bicycles, of course, are everywhere.

The fabric market street.  Produce and poultry were further down.  (Loving my camera's B&W auto setting.)

The colours everywhere were beautiful - it had just rained.  I'm not sure if this is a storage shack or a very small home.

Duck A: "DON'T.  LOOK.  BEHIND YOU."  Duck B: *stifled quack*

The ginger in Shanghai is incredible - so fresh it's actually juicy.

Here we are!  Me rocking the old "I hate being photographed but maybe if I look sideways I'll just look ironic!!!"  Works eeeeevery time.

Lessons in yeast

Just another normal day on Claire's kitchen counter.  Got my rice cooker over there, my O.J., my ginger tea, my favourite cat coaster, and - oh, that?  THAT'S what happens when you put bread dough in the fridge overnight with naive plans to roll it out into cinnamon buns the next day.

Apparently even the highest-quality Tupperware - and I make no compromises when it comes to container quality - is no match for dough determined to make its second rise.  Well.  I've learned.

I was GOING to save the debut of my newest domestic skill - bread-making! - for when I'd made my first perfectly-formed loaf.  But you know what?  The Internet is full of intimidatingly flawless DIY baking/crafting projects, and I'm pretty sure the road to those gorgeous cupcakes and yak-yarn iPod snugglies was paved with... well, things that looked like my first loaf of bread: 

But you know what?  It might be crooked with a gaping air hole in the middle, and the crust might be marred by two burn lines from my toaster oven's top elements, but that bread is freaking DELICIOUS.  And it was practically free.  Ugly wins!

Recipe here - but reduce sugar, boost salt, IMHO.

Update on sad-sack sickness: thanks in no small part to all the Get-Well lovin' I received electronically, my gross cold is now only a cough!  Hooray!  I sound like a baby seal with SARS, but I can retire the hankies.  Thank you for all your kind emails.