I had to go visit a Chinese mall to pickup some embodied shirts for work this afternoon.
If you don't know what's a Chinese mall is, it's exactly what it sounds like, it's a mall owned by the Chinese community, kind of like a modernized Chinatown but in a mall and usually a lot cleaner. There are quite a few of them in Vancouver, consider there is a huge Chinese community here. For most Chinese immigrants, these type of malls are like a little oasis where they canget import goods and get in touch with their culture again. I generally don't go to the Chinese malls anymore, as I prefer to get all my dosage of Chinese culture during my annual Hong Kong trip, any more will just get me overdose and I will start speaking in funny accents again.
As I was scrolling along the mall and try to stare away from a store full of pink Hello Kitty's I stumbled across the food court and my stomache start to growl.
Now, there are many things I can say I'm not like a native Chinese person, like my iPod consist 98% English songs, like I prefer driving at normal speed than at 30km/hr below the speed limit, and like I rather kiss a brick than to date someone who can't grow a beard (thank god for the high population of beard bearing/five o'clock shadow men, or I'll be known as the Asian who hugs brick buildings), there are two things that even I have to admit that I am more Chinese than an average Canadian: A) I count and do math in Chinese, and B) I need to have rice or else I don't feel like I have eaten a proper meal.
For A, that is just a mother touge thing. Most linguists suggested that people generally use their first acquired language for math. For me, it's a mixture of both English and Chinese. I use Chinese for all the numbers but everything else in English. So, instead of "squareroot of 4 equals to 2", in my head it goes "squareroot of 'seh' equals to 'yi'"... yes, it's quite messed up. It's like that mainly because I learned how to count in Chinese but learned most of the algorithm in English. For B, I simply don't know why. I've been dating non-Asian for many years, and I have been slowly introducing meat and potatos into my system, but when it comes down to food that can hit the spot, there's nothing that can do better than a homemade Chinese meal: simple ingredients but with a good old bowl of fluffy white rice.
Anyway, I ended up getting a barbeque pork and soy sauce chicken over rice, which to me, is the best fastfood on the planet. I took my lunch back to work, showed off to everyone that I have rice and all they've got was gourmet sandwiches with side-salad or whatever fancy feast they have. Then I chewed my chicken leg with bone infront of them. I'm such a carnivore monk.
What's your comfort food?