i'm so lucky that my best friends in taiwan also conveniently own restaurants.
when i first started going there in july and i couldn't really speak any chinese, i always got the pea pods with carrots and jew's ear because it was the only thing i could identify in the case. mrs. chan fries it in the wok really quickly with a bunch of slices of garlic and oil and red chilis. i've probably eaten that at least 100 of the 300 days i've been here. 
i told them they hadddd to smile. it took us a few tries.
tonight mr. kuo just couldn't get over the fact that i hadn't brought my chinese book with me. he likes to look through the drawings and practice chinese with me. he must have asked me 5 times if i had it, and then when i kept saying no, he finally just looked in my bag to confirm.
when i went over there tonight, they had a plate of things for me to try. some kind of egg thing, stir fried celery, pickled white carrot (one of my faaavorite things) and a read bean paste filled cake thing. dare i say red bean has grown on me. it's kind of nicely subtely sweet.
megan: you have to smile, my mom will think you aren't a happy manmr. kuo: my face is red, they will think i am drink man
mrs. chan in the background: 1, 2, 3, 'cheeeee'
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i want to meat mr. kuo. bring him to america.
hah. i said meat instead of meet. rather than delete it, i thought i would just acknowledge it so it can be funny without me seeming stupid. =)
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