December 25, 2017

December 25

Filed under: Uncategorized — theresaurus @ 11:24 pm

Expiration date: 12/25/2017. I’ve had my eye on these and was waiting for them to mark down the price but they didn’t until the last minute. Really should be cheaper, the Halloween stickers are a dead give away that this cheese is celebrating the wrong holiday. I made Sam drive me over to the supermarket on the weekend, roped him into participating in Operation Belcube.  I bought too much as usual but Sam couldn’t say anything because he promised not to be mean to me for Christmas. The power of cheese.

Amy Tan, “The Opposite of Fate”:

“I fell in love with the minister’s son the winter I turned fourteen. … When I found out that my parents had invited the minister’s family over for Christmas Eve dinner, I cried. What would Robert think of our shabby Chinese Christmas? … On Christmas Eve, I saw that my mother had outdone herself in creating a strange menu. She was pulling black veins out of the backs of fleshy prawns. The kitchen was littered with appalling mounds of raw food: the slimy rock cod with bulging fish eyes that pleaded not to be thrown into a pan of hot oil. Tofu, which looked like stacked wedges of rubbery white sponges. A bowl soaking dried fungus back to life. A plate of squid, crisscrossed with knife markings so they resembled bicycle tires.

“Dinner threw me deeper into despair. My relatives licked the ends of their chopsticks and reached across the table, dipping into the dozen or so plates of food. Robert and his family waited patiently for platters to be passed to them. My relatives murmured with pleasure when my mother brought out the whole steamed fish. Robert grimaced. Then my father poked his chopsticks just below the fish eye and plucked out the soft meat. ‘Amy, your favorite,’ he said, offering me the tender fish cheek. I wanted to disappear. … After all the guests had gone, my mother said to me, ‘You want to be same like American girls on the outside.’ … ‘But inside, you must always be Chinese. You must be proud you different. You only shame is be ashame.’ And even though I didn’t agree with her then, I knew that she understood how much I had suffered during the evening’s dinner. It wasn’t until many years later — long after I had gotten over my crush on Robert — that I was able to appreciate fully her lesson and the true purpose behind our particular menu. For Christmas Eve that year, she had chosen all my favorite foods.”

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