While Mom was here, Harry was kind enough to invite us over for dinner. He cooked a three course Cantonese meal, consisting of dishes that his father and grandmother have taught him to cook.
(Side note: It was that night that I learned that the word for something that comes from Hong Kong is Cantonese. I knew that about the language, but hadn't connected it with other things, and Mom and I were trying out various ridiculous things like Hong Kongian and Honginese before Harry gave us the correct word.)
Harry made stir fry gai lang (which he taught me is a sweet member of the brassica family, which also includes broccoli) with beef.
He also made carrot soup with green daikon (kind of like radish) and dumplings.
And his own "concoction" as he called it: tofu, lily flowers, garlic shoots, and chicken, with coriander liberally sprinkled on top.
It was a delicious dinner, full of unique flavours that we'd not had before, and an evening of wonderful company and good conversation.
Thanks, Harry!
P.S. As I was writing this, it snowed!! The flakes never stood a chance of even hitting the ground, let alone accumulating, but they hit our windows in slushy splats, and it was definitely snow! We haven't seen snow (except up in the mountains) since we moved to NZ, so it was very exciting!)
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