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So this has bugged me for a little while — a lot of my posts mention in passing the various things that I ate during my last sojourn in Beijing, but I never sat down and wrote an honest-to-god entry about food and nothing else. So when my grandpa sent me an email tonight asking about just that, I decided to give as thorough as an answer as possible and use it as a blog post. Specifically, he asked:

Kevin –
I would like to ask you a few things about eating on your Chinese trip. Could you give me an idea of what you will be eating while you are gone? Does the food come from a cafeteria or street vendors or from some other source? Basically, what I am curious about is what constitutes a diet for a fellow in your position who is visiting China. And could you tell me whether in Beijing there is a restaurant that offers American cuisine, whatever that is? In summary, Kevin, what do you expect that you will be eating while you are gone.

It strikes me to pass on the first advice on Chinese dining that I can recall receiving: that of the options “good, cheap, and won’t make you sick,” I could only ever pick two. In a manner of speaking, this is true, but the loophole is that ‘cheap’ turns out to be a highly relative term. If you want cheap by Chinese standards, it is almost certainly going to either taste awful or be really hard on your system. But if you’re going for cheap by American standards, you can eat pretty much as much good food as you’d like with impunity and rarely break $10 on a meal.

So far as the sources of food are concerned, there is a hell of a lot more street vending than you’d find in the states; finding food isn’t an issue. Figuring out which street food won’t give you diarrhea, though, is another story entirely. Granted there are some things that are almost always safe — fruit, jianbing (a sorta crepe-like pancakey thing), and drinks, for instance. Helpfully, these are the most common types of street carts/stands. Ice cream vending is also really popular, but this is sorta a gray-area in terms of safety, because ostensibly ice cream is permitted to melt and curdle before being refrozen and sold on a fairly regular basis. I’ve never had a problem with it. For everything else — dumplings, meat skewers, that sorta thing — the guess-and-check method is pretty much the only way to go about it. Whee ha.
There are also plenty of restaurants around though, which run the gamut from barely-above-street-quality, hole-in-the-wall noodle joints to really as high-class of establishments as could be found in any big city in the states. China’s unique, though, in that it has zero problem putting these two stores next to each other, so it’s really tricky to identify anything about a restaurant by its surrounding district.
Cafeterias are less common when one isn’t on campus, which I won’t be. At Tsinghua though, I ate probably half my meals at the subsidized dining hall, which I’ve already described at length.
Oh and sometimes the food comes directly from the farmers themselves, as I found out at the end of my stay last time, when I was living in the southeast part of the city. I was basically in the middle of a farmer’s market in which the fruit being sold had clearly been trucked in fresh by its owners; that was some of the freshest, best-tasting fruit i’ve ever had in my life.

Anyway, the standard Chinese diet primarily comprises a ton of vegetable and noodle dishes. There’s obviously also a lot of eggs, rice and tea involved. Because all these staples are inherently pretty bland, spices are used extensively to make them more palatable; i’m still getting used to these. Many dishes incorporate meat, but it’s often not the highest quality. Pork is far-and-away the favorite, but much of the time the meat is incredibly fatty. Beef tends to simultaneously be gristly as hell and impossibly tough to cut/chew; to help this, it’s almost invariably served in really, really big chunks. Go figure. The Chinese do, however, have a really good handle on poultry. In my experience, chicken is pretty delicious no matter how it’s prepared. Beijing duck is famous, etc etc.
Dairy is conspicuously absent, partly due to high lactose-intolerance rates in Asia, partly due to people just not liking the taste. Milk is kept in small, room-temperate baggies. Yogurt is runny and terrifying. Cheese is almost entirely nonexistent, except at McDonald’s. Which I guess gets me to the American-cuisine question — it’s definitely extant, but but almost exclusively manifests itself in the form of fast food. Which, I guess, is really the only uniquely American culinary phenomenon anyway. KFC is far and away the most popular to an extent that is nothing short of surreal, but McDonalds is pretty common also. Bizzaro-Pizza Hut’s the best though. It outwardly looks like the establishment we all know and love, but it is secretly a really classy restaurant that serves you steak and stuff. Like, it wouldn’t be a bad place to take a date, and it usually has a waiting line out the door. It’s a full-fledged sit down establishment, and it is almost perversely odd.

Oh christ it’s 3am i need to go to sleep. Uhh i guess i’ll personally be eating lots of scrambled eggs and peanuts and stuff in addition to whatever i find nearby my workplace that’s good for lunch or dinner. might start cooking dinner. don’t really know how to cook though. oh, and ritz crackers and peanut butter, those things are lifesavers. friend of mine used to carry em around in her purse for me this past summer — so helpful. guess i should start wearing a backpack full of ’em around. but yeah aside from that, just pretty standard chinese food for 10 weeks solid. buckle up!

Happy holidays, all. Just a few things —
Under pressure from my roommates, I’ve finally caved and gotten a twitter. Find & follow me at https://twitter.com/#!/kevingshepherd — and while I’m not sure how much I personally will be posting, I’ll be checking and reading it often; my main incentive to get an account was to stay somewhat connected to the goings-on in Evanston, Austin, etc.
Basically I’m just trying not to fall too much out-of-touch with everyone once I’m in China. It’s different from the situation this summer because during summer, everybody scatters simultaneously, but come January it’ll just be me (and other study-abroad kids) gone. I don’t expect to get to talk to too many people due to the obnoxious time difference — although I’d be happy to be proven wrong — but I’d like to at least kinda keep up with what’s happening. So I’ll attempt to do so, 140 characters at a time.
Updates, stories, that sorta thing on my end will continue to be put here for as long as Geoff allows the domain to stay up. A lot of tweets will probably end up just directing people here, really. So if you’re already reading this, you’re pretty much set. Way to be you.

Went to 37th street last night with the Austin kiddos.

Only in Austin

Although it wasn’t quite a substitute for of Austin’s trail of lights — a huge project combining millions of Christmas lights with the city’s main park which was sadly canceled this year due to budgeting issues — it was still impressive, especially considering that it’s just a bunch of households which put up ridiculous decorations year after year. Makes me wonder what the cathedral of junk looks like this time of year. I met the guy who built it a year or two ago, and he was every inch what I expected him to be. Odd dude, but absurdly friendly. He lets strangers walk around his back yard all the time for free, after all.

I’m pretty stoked for Christmas eve tonight. It’s always a fun one in the Shepherd household, primarily due to the traditional Christmas margaritas that mom makes every year. Fresh limes and everything, mmm. Oh, and then we assemble a weird advent calendar-sorta-thing from Germany. You have to build little paper houses and tape them together and put them on various scenic paper backgrounds; every year there are some pretty heated arguments over who is hogging disproportionate or unnecessary amounts of the limited scotch tape. It’s almost needless to say at this point, but my family is odd, and I love them.

I’ve noticed that my blog writing is reverting to my rather highschoolish habit of using way more em-dashes and parenthesis than is entirely necessary. This is bad. That is all.

Merry Christmas!

Bonus: Jakob with Jesus, and a sock monkey nativity scene.

Home again

Another Austin-homecoming night ends with me at Ken’s donuts at some ridiculous hour.  Granted, this time I’m actually home by 2 –which would be almost reasonable, were I not running off of 3 hours of sleep / traveling since 5am today. But honestly, I’ll almost always trade an hour of sleep, or work, or God-knows-what for an hour of hanging out at Ken’s with old buddies. Six of us out tonight; pretty sure Jakob woulda come also but he wasn’t, er, particularly conscious when we were leaving Andie’s place. Hm. I’m trying really hard to remember the last time I willingly turned down an offer to go to that particular donut shop, and am drawing blanks.  Such a solid tradition. Been consistent for at least four years now. It’s cheap, out of the way enough that visiting requires at least some investment of time, and damn delicious. Making myself hungry…

Anywho, good news! I finally found somewhere to live this winter! And by that, I mean my brother’s ex-girlfriend found me housing because she’s awesome and has connections to Beijing. The rent is like 300 bucks lower than anywhere else, the place is fully furnished, I’ll have a roommate who is fluent in Chinese, and I’m 3 minutes from a subway. I’m also like a five minute walk from Tiananmen square and the forbidden city, so I’ll have a good place to display my inevitably burgeoning Chinese-nationalistic pride. Living so close to all those monuments and huge portraits of Mr. Mao doesn’t leave me much of a choice, does it?

Ski trip

So today’s the first actual morning of skiing, and we’re getting ready to go out on the mountain. Got up pretty early this morning to go rent our skis, and something kinda odd happened. The first shop we went to had ski blades (just like skis, but shorter. they’re just what i’m used to skiing on) but my name was in the second half of the alphabet so they sent us to a different shop. Which was fine i guess but the second shop in question didn’t have any blades to rent me. They did however have one to sell me, for … thirty bucks? What? I looked at them pretty carefully and they’re in fine condition from what I can tell. Apparently the dudes are just trying to get rid of them, and that they stopped renting them to people pretty recently.

I thought this was kinda weird but didn’t think much about it until checkout, when the cashier rings me up and tells me:

“You’re now the proud owner of a pair of snowblades, a dying breed.”
“The other guy mentioned that too. Why’re they dying out?”

She then shoots me this incredibly exasperated look and says, “because they’re the most dangerous things on the mountain, easy”

“Huh?”

“Dude, it’s like going down a mountain on ice skates. They get stuck in too deep of powder, they don’t edge well on ice, and on most of them (like the ones I bought) the bindings don’t really release very well.”

Confidence inspiring, right? She sends me off with a pretty chipper “have fun” and now I’m vaguely concerned for my safety; I think I’ll take it relatively easy for a day or two just to make sure the blades will hold up; I’ve never used the brand before.

On the other hand, $30 skis! 90cm. Not a bad deal at all…

Finals done!

Alright friends, fall quarter’s at a close. Finals all wrapped up, went well.

No real updates on the China/housing front. Started looking for a homestay program, but that’s tricky because I’m not even a student. I’m just a completely unaffiliated kid who wants to live with some random Chinese family, which I feel is more than a little weird if you think about it. Like, do people come to the states and do that? Could _I_ do that? How hard would it be to get a homestay in, for instance, Jersey? That’s about as culturally removed from me as Beijing, at this point. Come to think of it, if we grant that students can get them in most countries without much difficulty, at what age limit does it become strange to let a stranger into your house, even if he is a student? If I dropped out of Northwestern today and came back to finish my degree when I was thirty, could I take a study abroad to, say, Argentina and request to be put with a family? Is there that significant distinction between a 22 year old and a 30 year old?  I’d say so, but where’s the line…

Getting stuff packed up, distributing all my crap among my apartment-owning friends (sorry, guys! you’re the best) been selected for some internship thingy tomorrow, but taking it would be a full year commitment for my whole senior year, so I’m lukewarm about it. Supposed to be a really cool job though. Ergh. Either way should start planning for this summer, but it just seems so far away.

Anyway, ski trip soon. Looking forward to it, hopefully will be able to get some cool pictures of the mountains on here.

Second Tour

Or rather, bracing for it. I’m heading out in exactly one month, losing January 2nd to travel, and hopefully recovering from jetlag on the 3rd. Work at Qunar starts on the 4th and ends on March 11th, at which point I’ll be going to Hawaii to meet my family for their spring break, then spending the subsequent week (NU’s spring break) in Austin. I’ll of course be back in school for spring quarter, and don’t anticipate taking another quarter off between now and graduation.

So between now and New Year’s Day I’ve only got a couple obstacles left, chief among them being lodging.  Shouldn’t be that big of a deal; the visa and plane tickets are already taken care of so I’m at least guaranteed to arrive in Beijing — so I feel like where I crash once I’m there is kinda a secondary concern. I hear there’s a nice hostel above Pyro Pizza. Seriously though I’m talking to both Gu 老师 and a secretary at Qunar about finding me somewhere to live; ideally I’d want to do a homestay program of some sort but I’m not sure how viable that is given that I won’t be a student

That’s pretty much it, really. Just gotta get through finals week (Monday is looking awful) and it’s smooth sailing. Ski trip with Northwestern, seeing Austin friends/family, Christmas, New Years, China, Hawaii, double spring break. I’ve got a lot to look forward to. Presently I’m most unreasonably excited about the ski trip, because I’m honestly failing to see how it will be anything but incredible. They’ve been having a good amount of snow, I’m rooming with Ben, Geoff and John Sias, skiing is probably my favorite sport and I don’t get to do it that much anymore, 等等。

Austin, blog stuff

Got in about five hours ago. Talked to parents till they went to sleep, then went straight to Ken’s Donuts. Met seven UT friends there, ate donuts, played xbox at their place till 2, came home, have been eating since. Bananas, fresh baked cookies, milk — Jesus I have missed real, cold milk — cranberry juice, the list goes on. I am a very happy boy, despite the fact that it’s 4am now and I’m not particularly tired, because it’s 5pm to my body. No matter that i went to bed at 4:30am in china last night, apparently.

More importantly I should tell you that this probably isn’t the last post on the China Match, for two reasons. First, there are still about six posts I want to make retroactively; about three of them are already drafted. Second, it’s looking very likely that I’ll be back in Beijing from January 4th to March 11th as a www.qunar.com intern and ostensibly english tutor. Considering that I’m there during Chinese new year (a week long holiday) I’ll probably have at least a few stories to tell.

Also, I’m maybe maybe maybe considering turning this into a real blog as opposed to the glorified diary that it is now. In other words, instead of “let me tell you a story about today” it will be “let me tell you how I feel about [x] article I’ve read” generally relating to the Chinese economy or, if I become educated to the point where I have something worthwhile to say, the current political or social climate. As an econ and asian studies major, finding articles like this to talk about could only help me.  So not to worry, the blog would be entirely as self serving as it is now, just with a quasi-intellectual twist. Just like a real blogger. Maybe.

heading home

Very, very hard to believe i’m about to fly back to the states. It’s not that i’m not ready to go, but rather that i’ve just really gotten used to it here. the prospect of returning to a country where turn signals are used more often than horns, everybody is comprehensible, not every discernable experience involves a fight, and things cost seven times more than they should is at present a little bizarre to me. i’m looking forward to it though. back in austin at 11pm, ish.

再见,北京。

Beijing Happy Valley

Today was just a shopping day. Dan and I both had a few last gifts go get before we can go back; among other things, we’re still both trying hard to find stuff to give our fathers. On that front, we both failed miserably. Dads are really hard to shop for. If you’re reading this, father, you’re by all means invited to comment on what Chinesey stuff you could find interesting.

However, I can say that I have hopefully one-upped Russell in a pretty long contest we’ve been having to buy each other increasingly bizarre things in foreign countries. I guess it started in 2001 (has it really been nine years?) when I went to France. Some weird stuff has been exchanged since that time. Most recently, I got him a large fake rubber ear from Japan 08, and he responded with a keyboard wrist rest from China 09 that looks exactly like a baguette. I think today’s purchase gives that a run for its money, though. I’ll update the blog once I’m back in the states with what I bought, along with a picture. Pretty excellent.

Edit (2/3/2011):

The fact that these are _matches_ makes them the most offensive product I think I've ever encountered. So naturally I had to buy them...

Yesterday, though, was spent at a Chinese theme park called Happy Valley, which was every bit as ridiculous as one might imagine. I can’t upload pictures on this connection, so those will have to wait. EDIT: Can now. It looked like this:

Definitely not mustard gas. Noo

In the meantime though just imagine a Six-flags knockoff, down to the rides themselves. We rode carbon copies of the batman, superman, and even that one bugs bunny ride. Not that we weren’t completely ok with this, though – we in fact just took a class on why China is bad with enforcing safety regulations – so we’d rather them copy roller coasters that work than try to invent their own. Even so, I’ll readily admit that that getting on the Scream (the big tower that lifts you up and drops you) was a little more nerve-racking than usual, because it very plainly required us to put complete faith in the ability of Chinese hydraulic engineers to safely stop a large piece of freefalling metal. Which, to their credit, they seem to do admirably.

There was one thing that Happy Valley didn’t copy from us, though. It’s actually a phenomenon that we’ve noticed at tourist places all through the city, and even at the world expo; there isn’t really any price gouging. A big bottle of soda in the theme park runs you the same 5 kuai (75c) that it would anywhere else. It meant we could comfortably snack on stuff without breaking the bank.

Also, they put narrow benches all throughout the longer lines in the park, so that people waiting to ride don’t have to stand up for two hours. Pretty considerate.

PS the internet is getting aggressively, aggressively bad. Could barely log in to post this. Dan’s monitor is dying, and I can only find the LAN connection here once every few hours. It’s kinda a problem.

Changing location

All settled into the new hotel today. Said goodbye to Qinghua and Wudaokou; probably won’t be back for a while. Sold my bike and moved out relatively without incident — except that somebody stole the pot to our hot water heater, which sucked. Like, it absolutely had to have been stolen. Weird situation. Anyway we’re in the exact opposite end of town now, in southeast beijing. Gotta go northwest again tomorrow to do some internship stuff that I should have resolved when I lived ten minutes away, but I’m stupid, so now I get the privilege of spending most of my day subwaying around.
So far as the hotel goes, checking in was a pain in the ass because it always is, but now that we’re here the place is pretty nice, especially considering it’s only 11 usd a night. Hot water at any hour is always a plus. Lack of internet that actually works well is a bit of a minus. Won’t even load my blog properly without me waiting for like half an hour so posts might be a little slower coming these days. I’ll write stuff down on notepad though, and maybe publish everything when i get home.
Dan and i had a really interesting conversation at dinner today with a woman who took pity on us when we were trying to order food. Not that there should have been a problem in the first place — the dish explicitly came with vegetables and rice, but the fuwuyuan felt the need to double check that we really actually wanted rice or something, and it got really confusing. Anywho we talked about the chinese government, tibet, mao, perceptions of homosexuality, all sorts of fun stuff. Apparently it’s cool for guys to hold hands here but not cool for them to share a hotel room, so everybody thinks Dan and I are gay. As if we’re not getting stared at enough already, because there are no other foreigners around here, and we stick out rather severely. Apparently Chinese dudes traveling together will always get two rooms, even if there are twin beds in the room, to avoid coming across as gay. Seems like a waste of 22 bucks to me.
Also, I apparently look british? And strict? Chinese people are strange. Nobody in the restaurant pegged me as american though, which I guess i’m cool for the time being; there are certainly worse things than being taken for a brit. Alright it’s late and i gotta be up early tomorrow, so i’ma cut this one short.

Starting to miss america a little to be honest. Home before too long though; this last week really has flown by.

This post is as of right now largely a placeholder. I just like having a post a day. Check back tomorrow!

This’ll be another one of these retroactive blogs because today has honestly been all sorts of boring. Tomorrow looks to be much more promising, though! Full day planned. The rest of tonight just looks like it’ll be spent at the C store and then probably Mango of all places. Weirdly I haven’t been there yet, dunno how that happened. But yeah, not an exciting afternoon. Ate some tasty waffles this morning though…

Zoo

Welcome to Panda! pretty much sums this trip up. They’re by far the most cared for animals in the zoo, put front in center in their own special five-extra-kuai-to-enter enclosure. But they’re cute, so I guess I can’t complain too much.
Aside from the pandas, though, the zoo is “depressing as all get out,” to borrow chrissy’s rhetoric. The whole place isn’t particularly well maintained, the animals were generally walking around on concrete, and the state of the cages is just pretty sad.

Black bear, surrounded by trash, getting fed random crap by people on the balcony. Really, really aren't supposed to do that, but nobody there cared about rules /=

Spoiler alert, there are some rather sad pictures of animals incoming. The bears were probably the worst, because they were both kinda dirty and walking around in concrete and trash. Not the nicest setup. The rhino, one of my favorite animals by far, was sporting a splintered horn and confined to a big muddy pit. Maybe not the worst pen possible but I feel like an animal that has focused millions of years of evolution purely into getting a big spike on its face is badass enough to deserve better. Maybe it’s just me. Bah.

The big cats were incredible, but had the most cramped conditions of all. It’s possible we just saw them during a special display hour or something, but each one was in a cage about the size of the double i’m sitting in now. Kinda a bad situation.

It wasn’t all bad, though. The monkeys seemed happy, and had a big roomy cage to swing around in. The pandas were certainly content. The emus get fed more popcorn than they know what to do with. There’s always a bright side, but sometimes it’s hard to see around all the crap that’s broken in this country. Speaking of — today, in line for the zoo, a homeless person asked me for some kuai. I initially ignored her, because I am an asshole, but then I watched her for a little bit. I noticed she was pretty deformed, and her hands could serve no other purpose than to hold an empty bowl, and even that just barely. So I grabbed two kuai because that’s what was readily accessible — mind you, that is thirty fucking us cents — and went to give them to her. She smiled at me and gave me the most sincere “谢谢” I have ever heard in my life. Absolutely, utterly heartbreaking. Literally almost drove me to tears.
It reminded me that by no fault of my own I’m in an extraordinarily advantageous position on this planet. I’m a relatively wealthy white male from the current world superpower. I have a stable family, loving friends, and a good education. At present I have perfect freedom to do basically anything I’d like. I can pretty much always spare thirty cents and not look back. But some people, most people, don’t even have half of these things. No matter how many poor decisions I make or good ones they make, I’ll always be better off. It’s a little ridiculous really, and I know I can’t help all of them, and I know thirty cents isn’t going to resolve anything. The best I can do is make sure I don’t waste what I’ve been given. Weird thoughts to have outside a zoo.

Baby monkey action shot! Guaranteed to lighten the mood of any post