This weekend I had a lot of Chinese food. Friday night a few of us went to Miss Shirley's and ordered Chinese. It was saucy and tasty, particularly the eggplant with hot garlic sauce, and came with lots of fortune cookies.
Then last night I went up to visit Cho - I'd made arrangements in advance, so she was there this time - and her in-laws, who live with them, cooked dinner. The main dish, and highlight, was basically a Chinese quesadilla - some kind of greens with tofu and garlic, inside some kind of pancake thing that was folded in half and fried a little. It was deeeeeelicious. (Very cute: in an attempt to meet my American tastes, they made one with cheese instead of tofu and garlic, which was actually pretty good, but the real one was better.) There was also a plate of shrimp, some very wet rice porridgey stuff that I didn't really care for, fava beans, and some sauteed summer squash.
It was a little different from, ok, anything I'd ever had, particularly anything I'd ever had in a Chinese restaurant. I assumed people in China didn't actually eat anything remotely related to what we call Chinese food, but it was still cool to get personal confirmation.
Fun fact: When I got there yesterday afternoon, Cho's husband was just leaving for work. What job, you ask? Delivery for a Chinese restaurant.