hot
Steaming hot dishes.
Three kinds of vegetables.
“No thanks.” Chicken Feet.
Eating at the dim-sum restaurant is an adventure.
Especially when I can’t tell what certain dishes are, (and the trolley driver ladies can’t tell me either.)
Chinese broccoli with garlic sauce? Here I come!
Boiled tripe that looks like rubber honey comb? Umm not so much. None in fact.
So, “No, thanks” to that tangled mangled spare-rib bone… thing. “Right! No thanks.” : D
But, those heaping plates of fried noodles look really good, with a week’s supply of soy sauce cooked in each? ‘Yes, please.’ “Hellooo! Yes. Over here?”
Those little plates looked so small, but then those dumplings added up in my stomach.
What’s Chinese for ‘siesta’?
This Haiku for Hopefuls comes from the early days of Seattle Missed Connections haiku project. At the time, it appeared the writer had committed to posting a haiku plus a short narrative almost every day. I was not able to save all of them, but I like to think the majority of them have been preserved. The Hopefuls series resulted in some spin-offs (Hearts, Hapless…) which were interesting but not nearly as compelling as the original (IMHO).
