It was some sort of Chinese winter holiday yesterday and there’s a special dish that’s usually served to celebrate it according to my folks. My mum didn’t make it, but she is making it today and it hales from my dad’s village of Toison/Taishan.
The star of this soup bowl of joy are the handmade rice noodles/dumplings. They’re referred to as noodles, but they’re heartier – gnocchi-esque.
It’s a dish my mum learned to make when she came over to the states. Our neighborhood had a few families from my dad’s village and so they taught her.
The soup is made with pork, dried shrimp and winter melon with some napa cabbage.
Dinner can’t come soon enough tonite.
Working out the comic for Monday as well as for Friday.
My favorite doodle tools? 3B pencil, Staples pencil sharpener, and tracing paper — I like the smooth and soft texture of it…plus, I can flesh out my initial stick figure sketches with it.
And so before I leave for my trip to Japan and Thailand in 6 days — *gulp* — I definitely want to squeeze in a couple comics.
The one coming up on Friday is set at a diner with a little racism thrown in to spice things up.
Oh, you silly people always asking me where I’m from ‘cuz saying that I’m from Boston, born and bred, is never sufficient. Oh, and how I don’t speak with an accent…which then makes me wonder so what if I did speak with an accent?
It’s 2013. People need to get out more.