I was very kindly invited to New Year’s dinner by the family of Becky, one of my middle-school students. Before dinner, though, Becky’s mother had to get some new flowers. THIS is the Flower Fair.
These were all taken on the eve of the Lunar New Year, the night of February 7th, in Sun-Yut-Sen Memorial Park. The sculptures you see are all made of a transluscent, coloured fabric, and then lit from the inside. EXCEPT for the House of the Monkey King — I’m told that’s made of ironwork, scaffolding,Continue reading “Chinese New Year, IN China! Part 2: Light sculptures!”
…even when I try. I haven’t posted a thing about writing, theatrical or otherwise, in months, for several reasons. The biggest, of course, is that I’m currently in southern China, teaching English. Having never been to Asia, or taught anyone under university age, those took priority, by default. My internal jury about whether this wasContinue reading “I must be a writer, because I can’t stop…”
Traditionally, I’ve made a chocolate trifle at Christmastime – thanks to Jean Pare and cookbook given to me by an old friend years ago. However, no oven in my flat here met brownies, cake, or anything resembling them were off the table. I wanted to make dessert to bring to Christmas dinner with my co-workers,Continue reading “How to make Nanaimo Bars…in China.”
I’d been intending to make this ever since I got more or less settled in Zhongshan, but didn’t manage to do it until a few days before Christmas. This a Canadian twist on a Bolognese from my uncle Kelvin in Edmonton. What makes it Canadian? Bacon instead of ground beef, plus maple syrup and beer. Sourcing ingredientsContinue reading “How to make Great Canadian Spaghetti Sauce…in China”
I didn’t, actually, not at the same time, so that advice is misplaced. I spent yesterday with my amazing co-worker Sosena: she was born and grew up in Ethiopia, went to university in St Petersburg and Odessa (BSc in Statistics!), visits her family in France regularly, and came here from living in Queens, New York. Sosena’s inContinue reading “Photos from China: Don’t drink and shop!”
OR: confronting one’s fears with a BIG STICK. Before today, I hadn’t ridden a bike since I was 13 years old. Twenty-eight YEARS. I had two bad spills in less than a week, and wanted nothing to do with them. The school I’m with in Zhongshan regularly arranges for its teachers to go on tripsContinue reading “Photos from China: Zhongshan reservoir”