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Growing up in England with a British father and a Chinese mother, I've enjoyed food from both countries ever since I was able to hold a knife and fork - and chopsticks!
Mum has sweet memories of the food from
her home town
in Sichuan, and
often cooks
spicy dishes.
Thanks to this, Dad has come to love hot pot! But there are
still some dishes that Dad dare not try even
after many years of marriage to my mother.
A Child of Two Cuisines
He once told me he was surprised by what he saw on the table when he first visited my mother's parents in China. He was even shocked at their wedding when he saw how the Chinese ate almost every part of an animal. Even today, he still does not easily take to eating things like chicken feet.
But I enjoy that sort of food myself. Last week, I went to the butcher's and asked, “Do you have pigs'ears?”“NO,” the butcher said, pulling at his own ears, “just these ordinary ones.” He must have thought I was joking.
Dad can cook a super“full English breakfast”of bacon, eggs, beans, sausages and toast with butter - Mum and I just have to find a way to get him into the kitchen! He also does a typical Sunday roast.
We all love roast beef and vegetables, but Mum says we'd better not eat too much roast food as it may make us suffer from heat inside our bodies, according
to traditional Chinese medicine.
I'll never forget my first visit to China. Mum encouraged me to try different kinds of food, and I did! I loved everything. But just when I thought I could deal with all Chinese
food, I came across stinky tofu, a horrible grey thing that looked and smelt like a burnt sports shoe.“You needn't try it if you
don't want to,”Mum
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