A Note or Two about You
So where do you fit in, those of you who write comments on this blog?
I will tell you. When we talk of you with Cici, we call you Uncle or Aunt, followed by your name if we know it. It is the respectful way to address you. Cici knows about your respective comments, and feels lucky to have so many caring Aunts and Uncles. She is rather amazed at the amount of attention you have shown about her.
At the moment, she is wringing out the last of her sleeping time for the night. She has learned that it is easier to get up each morning now that we have the no computer/no internet rule during the week.
Last night Cici helped me plan dinner. No meat, she said emphatically. We eat very little anyway, so I wondered what was on her mind. She pulled out the package of imitation crabmeat legs from the freezer. How about this, she asked? Do you know how to prepare this? And how about this, she asked, pulling out the package of onion flavored things that look like frozen pancakes. Do you know how to prepare these?
I did and I did, and she loved her dinner. Do you like these, she asked me about the imitation crab? I much prefer the real thing, I said. Don't you like real crab meat better? Too much work to get it out, she said with a smile. So I like to eat these. Maybe I will pick up some king crab legs one day and cook them, then remove the meat for her. I suspect she will love it.
Ping is really missing us now, I can tell from her messages and from her voice when we talk. Even surrounded by family and friends in Guangzhou, she misses home. But time is moving along. We won't start counting the days yet, but before we know it summer will be winding down.
I will tell you. When we talk of you with Cici, we call you Uncle or Aunt, followed by your name if we know it. It is the respectful way to address you. Cici knows about your respective comments, and feels lucky to have so many caring Aunts and Uncles. She is rather amazed at the amount of attention you have shown about her.
At the moment, she is wringing out the last of her sleeping time for the night. She has learned that it is easier to get up each morning now that we have the no computer/no internet rule during the week.
Last night Cici helped me plan dinner. No meat, she said emphatically. We eat very little anyway, so I wondered what was on her mind. She pulled out the package of imitation crabmeat legs from the freezer. How about this, she asked? Do you know how to prepare this? And how about this, she asked, pulling out the package of onion flavored things that look like frozen pancakes. Do you know how to prepare these?
I did and I did, and she loved her dinner. Do you like these, she asked me about the imitation crab? I much prefer the real thing, I said. Don't you like real crab meat better? Too much work to get it out, she said with a smile. So I like to eat these. Maybe I will pick up some king crab legs one day and cook them, then remove the meat for her. I suspect she will love it.
Ping is really missing us now, I can tell from her messages and from her voice when we talk. Even surrounded by family and friends in Guangzhou, she misses home. But time is moving along. We won't start counting the days yet, but before we know it summer will be winding down.
Does Cici realize that imitation crab is made from fish, which is meat? Or does her definition of meat exclude certain things like fish?
Yes, no internet on weekdays is a good idea. Maybe I need to do that to myself. Would never work, I rely too much on it for work and communication to be able to stay off. Although, since my sweetie will not have internet access until her arrival, it may be possible...
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Oh.. I'm glad someone thinks about us. We always enjoy reading about Cici and Lee Lee. We miss Ping too! Seems a little more intersting when Ping is around.
Oh, by the way... Costco lost all of their power all day today and had to throw everything out that was in the coolers. I hope you stocked up.
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I am happy to report that all power was restored at Costco today. But their forklift driver must have been working in the dark. The case of Sprite that some little girl begged my to buy today was soaking wet when we got home. We opened it up and all the cans on the top layer of one side of the box had been neatly sliced open by something that looked suspiciously like a forklift driver had missed the mark.
Well now I would have to agree that life is more interesting when the beautiful Ping is around. We miss her vibrant personality, her world class cooking, and all of her attention. I am guessing I will hear her lovely voice on the computer shortly. We are nearly 1/4 of the way through her absence, but who is counting.
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Speaking of processed pollock, I was doing some loader work one day many moons back, and I peaked inside of a ragtop container to see if it was a load or an empty. It was full of boxes of imitation crab meat that had been hand stacked about seven feet high, eight feet wide, and fortyeight feet long, headed for disposal down in Oregon. Glad I didn't have to smell that container when it arrived!
Soft shell crab is kind of a pain, but hard shell isn't too hard, and it helps build up a hunger for crab, doing all that work!
Also, the attention is just for her, but for her great mother, and her loving and lucky father!
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I agree with you Smitty. That is why I love that Alaskan king crab, though it is nice to have a mixture in the same pot. Those stone crabs are hard to open, but the taste is sure nice. I have never been a big fan of softshell crabs, but I think that is what Cici has eaten most of the time. Ping bought some at an open air market in Guangzhou once when I was there, cooked them up when we got home, and we had a little feast.
And I have to tell you that I love fish, but the smell of that processed pollock in the crab sticks is not very appealing. I would hate to smell it after it sat in a loaded container with no refrigeration for a while.
We all appreciate your comments and wish that great mother would hurry home!
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That should read "the attention is not just for her,"
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