For a while now, I’ve subscribed to the belief that I am pretty much a replicate of my grandmothers. My logic on the maternal side is this: when my mom was a teenager, she rebelled against the thought of ending up like her mother, so she ended up the polar opposite of my grandma. I did the same. By some twisted form of transitive reasoning, I ended up extremely similar to my maternal grandmother. The paternal side is not so easy to rationale. But I will say this, my Na and I share an extreme love for grocery shopping and cooking. Today, the two of us trekked out to Gubei to the delightful Carrefour store, where I spent many an hour as a 15-year-old scouring shelves for both Chinese groceries and American exports. I swear, I could spend an entire day at a grocery store, just walking around. As for cooking, she is a genius in the kitchen, a skill I am starting to think takes years of practice to acquire. Nevertheless, I thoroughly enjoyed my day of food shopping with my grandma. If only I knew what these groceries were called in English =/
Mmmm, fish balls.
Fried dough balls? At least I think that’s what they were.
So many groceries, so little time…