After 3 years of preparation and a year of waiting, our little family finally made it to South Asia. These are my reflections on daily living, culture, spiritual growth, and family.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Fish Tale
I was at my friends house the other day and some people came in and started talking about a fish that their friend had caught. He caught a 60kg river fish. Now that is big! Bigger than me and most Asian females. I just can't imagine a river fish being that big. Well, then I was invited to go dinner to taste the fish. Unfortunately I didn't get to see the fish, but the part that was cut up looked like a lot of fish. It was cooked in hot pot, a big pot of boiling broth that you eat of at the table, and I actually didn't like it very much. A lot of the pieces did not look like fish at all. It seemed to have a pork texture with a fish flavor. It was also very fatty (fish is not supposed to be like that). As normal, people felt the need to keep adding pieces to my bowl, so I got to eat part of the tail. The tail doesn't have any meat so you basically are just sucking the skin off the bone.
The funniest part about this story to me was that everyone kept talking about it. The conversation at dinner kept being, "So how big was the fish again?" "126 jin, wow, that's bigger than. . ." Anytime a new person came in the room the same conversation would pick up. I am really surprised that the fish did not grow during the conversation, but I did find out that it was supposedly 20 years old.
The funniest part about this story to me was that everyone kept talking about it. The conversation at dinner kept being, "So how big was the fish again?" "126 jin, wow, that's bigger than. . ." Anytime a new person came in the room the same conversation would pick up. I am really surprised that the fish did not grow during the conversation, but I did find out that it was supposedly 20 years old.
My friends had a baby last month so went to see the baby. The custom here is such that American women probably would not put up with. Mothers are not supposed to leave the home for an entire month after the baby is born. She must stay at home eating only chicken, eggs, and a sweet soup called Sugar Beer that has brown sugar and eggs in it (pretty much nothing else). My friend asked me about the customs in America and she was jealous. She is really tired of staying home and eating chicken. The mother is also not supposed to wash her hair or shower for this month, but my friend was rebellious on that point. Normally the Husband's mother is supposed to come to take care of the baby and the house but Eric's mother passed away so he has to do the household duties, like shopping, that Helen cannot do.
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