tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784798779972837102.post5285306376856356081..comments2024-03-20T01:15:06.951-06:00Comments on Larch Haven: PedometerAaron E. Steelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789462075611254929noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784798779972837102.post-286396930023334182013-04-08T17:50:58.541-06:002013-04-08T17:50:58.541-06:00Re: green tea soft cream cone
That is what they c...Re: green tea soft cream cone<br /><br />That is what they called it. No "ice" in there. And the comment is that it was a twisted cone, half white and half green. The white part tasted like the cream that was on the top of the milk that the milkman would deliver to the house in the 1940's. That thick, emulsified, top, the consistency of butter that would pop out of the top of the bottle when it was below zero and mother didn't bring the milk in fast enough. So now you have it -- the soft-cream part of the cone tasted like that. As for the green tea part -- I have yet to develop a taste for the flavour of green tea, but I didn't toss it in the trash can. I kept eating and thinking about the flavour. I am in Hong Kong and I am going to try anything that is new.Arta Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07329194629476229822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784798779972837102.post-66023378127814689592013-04-08T16:49:52.783-06:002013-04-08T16:49:52.783-06:00Today while you are out Arta take a picture of you...Today while you are out Arta take a picture of your green tea soft ice cream cone.Wyonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09109494772804214062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784798779972837102.post-54100905984349200402013-04-08T16:48:13.552-06:002013-04-08T16:48:13.552-06:00Next time you go walking Arta, take your camera wi...Next time you go walking Arta, take your camera with you.I don't know if you are typing from your room at 5:30 a.m. but that is what I am doing.Hong Kong is great but the jet lag sucks!Wyonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09109494772804214062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784798779972837102.post-88100796343062678482013-04-08T16:33:36.768-06:002013-04-08T16:33:36.768-06:00Re: "green vegetable" which is the name ...Re: "green vegetable" which is the name given by the waiters to every new vegetable we asked about when we were in China with you. Yes, I am seeing more of green vegetable here. In fact it was the basis of one of the choices of food items at Curry in a Hurry. Just order #36 and you will get green vegetable.<br /><br />I was trying to tease out why that food court is so amazing. One reason might be that this is not the usual MacDonalds order form, you know, I will have #8. In one kiosk alone there might be 50 choices. I wonder if I am exaggerating. I didn't really count. Whatever the number is, multiply that by the number of ethnicities -- Japanese, Chinese, Korean, Thai, and then Sizzling Beet, Dim Sum ....<br /><br />No, I am not exaggerating, because the Dim Sum alone had so many bamboo boxes to choose from. As well, when Wyona asked her first question, "Do you speak English," the woman said yes. But when Wyona asked the next question, it was evident that there was no English spoken here, though the woman did put an English menu in her hands. "What is this," Wyona asked of one dish, golden, deep fried, and looking like ginger beef, but the wrong colour.<br /><br />The woman ran her index finger and forefinger quickly along the top of the glass.<br /><br />"Ah," said Wyona, "chicken feet. We will pass on that one."Arta Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07329194629476229822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784798779972837102.post-63663863674743039612013-04-08T13:30:28.324-06:002013-04-08T13:30:28.324-06:00Hong Kong.
I remember looking in store windows an...Hong Kong.<br /><br />I remember looking in store windows and seeing fruit I had never seen before let alone name. <br /><br />And I recall someone translating the name of a vegetable for me. Green vegetable. <br /><br />I can't guess what you are going to buy in the silver shop. Perhaps a pin to adorn your silver hair.<br /><br />Your hypothesis about N an S and pedometers made me laugh, as did the image of you kicking your leg to beat your target number of steps.<br />Bonniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16070996448836952163noreply@blogger.com