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This post is extremely random.
I tried to make xi-fan yesterday morning. Xi-fan is a rice porridge that I had for breakfast a lot in China. They had a certain kind, ba bao xi-fan, that I really liked. Ba bao means "eight treasure;" the porridge had eight different "surprises" in it, like nuts and fruits. My recipe for xi-fan is this:
wash/drain white rice
cook the crap out of the rice
cook it some more
then put it in the microwave with a lot of water over it and pretend you're cooking oatmeal
add a generous helping of sugar
enjoy (but don't burn yourself)
It was sort of successful. It reminded me of mornings with Lynne or Junhua and my quest for bean-filled bao-zi. Oh, how I loved bao-zi.
I had an idea for a coffeetable book, or something people would buy at Barnes and Noble because it looked cool. I want a book that has "hello," "goodbye," "thank you," "please," "Where is the bathroom," "how much," some fun nouns, numbers 1-10, and maybe some fun facts on every language possible. Korean, Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Vietnamese, Hindi, Swahili, Sudanese, Arabic, Pidgin, French, Portuguese, Czech, Bosnian, Afrikaans, Zulu, Spanish, you get the idea. The section for each country could also contain a map and some facts on the country, like currency and its value against the American dollar, population, major religions, current president, type of government, etc. I want a book like this because I like greeting people at HyVee in their own language. I can say "hello," "goodbye," "thank you," and "please" in Bosnian now, and yesterday I learned how to say "hello" in Vietnamese. I love learning languages, and I thought it would be fun to be able to say that I can say "hello" in twenty languages or something.
I have been housesitting for my aunt for two weeks now. Tomorrow I move back home. I am sad to go back to living with two boys and my parents. I have really enjoyed having my own place, my own dog, my own car, even taking care of a house all by myself. It makes me feel like I can really do this adult thing. I'm not as inept as I thought. I can survive a twenty-minute commute to and from work everyday. I can work forty hours a week. I can cook for myself. I can even buy my own alcohol and ice cream and have no one to tell me I can't. I use coupons and look for bargains at the grocery store, because I'm buying food with my own money. I water the lawn. I clean. And I like it. Oh, look! I'm a grown-up!Labels: China |
written by Ruthie @ 2:15 PM  |
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I want to be a grown up who is independantly wealthy. I really dont like money. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I heard a mass written by our friend, Stravinsky, in england. It was sung by the St. Paul's boy's chior. Incredible.
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Mleh!!! ARGGHHH!!!! I was just discussing with Sara that the only visible scars I have are from doing domestic things - one from ironing, and one from cleaning my room. I'd better come live with you after college. I'll make messes and you can clean them up, kay? In return I will let you watch the Billy Madison DVD I just bought for three dollars.
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Name: Ruthie
I want to be a grown up who is independantly wealthy. I really dont like money. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I heard a mass written by our friend, Stravinsky, in england. It was sung by the St. Paul's boy's chior. Incredible.