Boston, you’re my home

If you want a rehash of the tragic events of last week in Boston, from the Marathon bombing to the capture of Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, go elsewhere. I can’t do it. Every conversation I’ve had for days has gone “Why? I don’t get it. It just doesn’t make sense” before we start rehashing it again, trying to make sense of something that will likely never make sense to me.

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As I try to unpack the roller coaster of emotion that this past week has brought, I decided that what I want to do today is share the moments that buoyed me, made me laugh through the tears, and made me wicked proud to be a Bostonian.

The Touching

When people learned that there were many stranded runners and hotel guests who couldn’t get back into their hotels, someone started a googledocs spreadsheet to create a database of people willing to open their homes. Within 20 minutes, there were over 1,000 entries. Within 24, over 5,000. More here.

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The London Marathon paid tribute to Boston in a number of ways, including passing out black ribbons to every runner,and a moment of silence.  Further, the London Marathon donated 2£ for every runner who finished to The One Fund Boston, amounting to US 100k. For more, read this article.

Screen Shot 2013-04-22 at 10.46.35 PMMIT’s Green Building, the tallest building in Cambridge, MA (21 stories, 300 feet tall) used its windows to pay tribute. On Monday, they lit the windows to resemble the US Flag. On April 20th, they lit it in a black window to pay tribute to the fallen MIT police officer, Sean Collier. source.

Screen Shot 2013-04-22 at 10.56.10 PMDunkin’ Donuts (invented in Quincy, MA-just south of Boston)  gave free coffee and donuts to law enforcement and first responders during the lockdown. By the time the lockdown happened, most of the morning employees were already at work, or at the 24 hour locations.  more here

Screen Shot 2013-04-22 at 11.06.42 PMA Brookline Police Officer brought milk to a family with young children in Watertown during the lockdown.

The Funny

Comedian and Faux-Journalist Stephen Colbert’s funny and moving tribute to Boston during the open of his April 16th show-transcript in case the video is geo-blocked.

Look, before we begin, I just want to take a moment to talk about the attack in Boston yesterday. Obviously our thoughts and our prayers are with everybody there. And as the President said, we don’t know who did this, but they will be found and they will be brought to justice.

But whoever did this, obviously did not know shit about the people of Boston—because nothing these terrorists do is going to shake them. For Pete’s sake, Boston was founded by the Pilgrims, a people so tough they had to buckle their goddamn hats on. It is the cradle of the American Revolution—a city that withstood an 86-year losing streak; a city that made it through the Big Dig, a construction project that backed up traffic for 16 years! There are commuters just getting home now. Even their bands are tough. It’s the hometown of Aerosmith who, in their fifth decade, are still going strong. Even Steven Tyler looks fantastic— for a 73-year-old woman.

But here’s what these cowards really don’t get: They attacked the Boston Marathon, an event celebrating people who run 26 miles – on their day off until their nipples are raw – for fun. And they have been holding it in Boston since 1897. And do you know how tough you have to be to run in a wale-bone corset? And when those bombs went off there were runners, who, after finishing a marathon, kept running for another two miles to the hospital to donate blood.

So, here’s what I know: These maniacs may have tried to make life bad for the people of Boston, but all they could ever do, is show just how good those people are.

Now. This is The Colbert Report.

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The Buzzfeed “29 Reasons to Love Boston” is truly a beautiful and hilarious love letter to Boston.

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What happens when you have a one-night stand, only to wake up in a locked down city?  If you’re Dan McCarthy, you write about it.

And it was then when I realized I had a problem. The whole city was locked down. Taxis were suspended. Public transit shuttered. Cops were going house to house. Armored vehicles were roaming the streets. No one could go out. You weren’t even supposed to open the door unless it was for a cop.

With a deadline to hit and a cell phone running on 8% battery, it quickly became clear that my plan to quietly slip out and return home to fulfill my work obligations would be a near impossible feat. I was trapped. And what was meant to be a discreet exit was now an agonizingly gratuitous small-scale walk of shame across the apartment from the bedroom to the bathroom. I paused in the living room to offer up an uncomfortable morning salutation to the roommate, who sat on the couch wearing a robe and a distinct “who the hell is this guy?” look on her face. Yup.

Screen Shot 2013-04-22 at 11.24.55 PMThis became a thing. I may need to buy this as a keychain at the very least.

Sweet Caroline

There have been a number of “Sweet Caroline” tributes or references you may have seen on my twitter/fb/etc page and wondered “what the hell is with Boston and this freaking song?” It’s a big enough deal that it gets its own category, that’s what.

To say that Boston is a sports town is an understatement. The B of the Boston Red Sox logo has become a symbol of the city itself.  Fans of the baseball team are referred to as “Red Sox Nation.” If Red Sox Nation had a national anthem, it would be “Sweet Caroline.”  For over 10 years, the song has been played during the 7th inning stretch at every single last home game since 2002 (and I attended games before that when we sang it). source  It is a song that Boston has embraced as our own.

Many fellow sports teams, baseball and other played Sweet Caroline to honor/respond to the Boston Tragedy. But when the New York Yankees did so, I burst into tears.

Boston and New York have a bit of a rivalry going, most frequently expressed via baseball.  We do major trash talking of one another (for example, just as I can buy a baby a “Red Sox Nation” bib, I can also get a “Yankees Drool” bib-one of the milder examples I could share). Amongst one group of my friends there was/is a discussion thread devoted to Sox/Yankees trash talking-clocking in a 100+ pages last I checked. So when the Yankees–our bitter rival, played it in tribute (complete with our “bum, bum, bum” and “so good so goo so good” additions, a Fenway tradition)–well, I still can’t get through the following video without crying. The Boston/NYC relationship is best expressed as a contentious sibling relationship–we trash talk, mock and otherwise insult one another constantly. But we stand together when tragedy strikes.

On Saturday, April 20th, after Dzhokhar Tsarnaev’s arrest on Friday, Neil Diamond boarded a 4:30 am flight to Boston.  He showed up 40 minutes before game time at Fenway and offered to sing live in tribute. Below you’ll see what a Boston crowd at Fenway can do with our anthem.  Not Neil’s best performance, but you can hear him getting understandably choked up at various points. Afterward, the crowd starts chanting “thank you, thank you, thank you”

That same game marked the return of one of our most beloved players, David Ortiz after an injury that took him out of commission last August.  Ortiz is lovingly known in Boston as “Big Papi,” and he’s a colorful local personality.

Designated hitter David Ortiz said, ‘this is our f*cking city’ after a memorial video showing the past few days, played on the big screen.Ortiz said, ”This jersey that we wear today, it doesn’t say Red Sox. It says Boston…’We want to thank you, Mayor Menino, Governor Patrick, the whole police department for the great job they did this past week. This is our f*cking city, and nobody is going to dictate our freedom. Stay strong.”

The Red Sox wore crisp white uniforms that simply read ‘Boston,’ with a ‘B Strong’ logo. The team said their uniforms would be autographed and auctioned to raise money for the One Fund Boston charity established to help the victims.
http://onefundboston.org/

Law enforcement and first responders later walked onto the field and formed a line in front of the Red Sox dugout.

Moments of silence were then held for Marathon victims, eight-year-old Martin Richard, Krystle Campbell and Lu Lingzi and MIT police officer Sean Collier, who was killed Thursday night in a shootout between the Tsarnaev brothers. source

And finally….

Of every image that went viral, I think the following was the one I saw the most.

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Boston is not unique in tragedy. Right now China has suffered a major earthquake, people live in fear of far scarier events daily in other parts of the world, and there is so much wrong we need to right. But even after tragedy struck this close to home, I still believe that the vast majority of people on this planet are good people. I believe that we most of us leave the world a little better than we found it each day, even if it’s a simple compliment that may have made someone’s day and not an act of heroism.  Do not lose faith in humanity.  There are always people who are helping.

I have no words

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There are plenty of places where you can follow the news updates about the tragedy of the Boston Marathon.  I can only tell you that this is a tragedy that hits incredibly close to home for me.

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Between 1997 when I began working at the Westin hotel (tower in the left side of this picture) around the corner from the Marathon Finish line (approximately just after the bus on the far right on Boylston Street) and 2002 when I moved to NYC for grad school, I was in this part of Boston either daily or weekly.  But between 2002 and today, whenever I’m in Boston, I almost always pass through this part-one of my closest friends lives 4 blocks away from where the explosions occurred (yes, he’s safe-he was the first person I reached out to, as are all of our friends and family), some of my favorite restaurants and shops are in this area, and it is one of the parts of Boston I consider home.

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While I do consider Singapore home, my heart belongs to Boston.

And my heart weeps.

Elanor is 4

My darling Ellie,

Happy fourth birthday.  May you always embrace the world as fearlessly and with as big a heart as you do today.
Love

Mommy

PS-Stop calling me mother-it’s freaking me out.

Pictures from Boston

I know you’re probably ready for me to stop talking about Boston already.  I mean this is supposed to be an expat blog, right?  Soon, my darlings, soon.  Just a few more posts.

Today I’ll take you on a tour of part of my city-the Public Garden and part of the Back Bay.

A swan boat is paddled around the island in the middle of the (man-made) lake in the Boston Common.  On the ramp from the water to the island you can see one of the resident swans Romeo or Juliet (surprise, they’re a lesbian couple!) preening.  These are are a huge tourist attraction, and are one of the most iconic images of Boston.  Interestingly, they’re not powered by any sort of motor.  The guy sitting in the swan?  Is using what is basically a bicycle to power the swan boat.

Pigeons and ducks scrounging for food.  You’ll also see squirrels looking for their fair share.  As they migrate, Canadian geese also show up looking for a handout.

My dear friend Curt greets his honorary niece, Rhiannon.

Some pretty flowers, grass and a lamp in the Common.

Pretty flower.  If anyone knows what type it is, just leave a note in comments and I’ll edit this to say (with credit due)

Typical Back Bay Brownstone.  On Newbury street, the garden and street levels (and second floors) are most often businesses.  On other streets, they’re usually divided up into condos.  Back in the day it would’ve been a single family dwelling.  The windows at the top would’ve been the maid’s room.  Ironic, really, that those are now some of the most expensive apartments in Boston today.

Trinity Church is in Copley Square.  It’s famous for it’s stained glass windows (see a slideshow here).  It has been declared a National Historic Landmark.  Behind it is the John Hancock Tower, the exterior of which is all reflective glass, making for some really wonderful photography opportunities.

The Boston Public Library (across the street from Trinity Church and Copley Square) was the first public lending library in the US.  According to Wikipedia, it is the second largest public library in the US.  It is comprised of two connected buildings-the one seen here is the older section, and houses the research library.  You can actually take tours of this section, as there is some truly exquisite art and murals, as well as rare books on display.  The tours are free, and very interesting.

The BPL, as we call it, also marks the Finish line of the Boston Marathon.  Year round you can see the finish line painted across Boylston Street, although they refresh it every year in time for the Marathon.

The shape in the upper left hand corner of the photo is the Hood Blimp, which flies over the Red Sox Games (and many other events throughout the summer).  Hood is a dairy company in New England, and they make Hoodsie Cups (a half vanilla/half chocolate single serve cup of ice cream that heavily figures into most local kid’s childhood.  Some of my favorite ice creams are made by Hood, and it’s my default when buying milk back home.

Curt walked me back to my car, and we stopped to take a few photos of the swan boats.  Not sure if he or I took this shot.  At night they’re all tied together like this in the lake.  I loved the reflection and wanted a shot.

Days like that make me fall a little more in love with Boston all over again.

Wordless Wednesday

I’m still so jetlagged (or more accurately, the girls are jetlagged and I’m exhausted from dealing with jetlagged children), which is why I’ve not been posting this week.  But I can at least manage to post a single picture.

Kate and Craig’s Wedding

As I said in the last post, this trip was timed specifically for Kate’s wedding.  Photos by me unless otherwise credited.
Kate and Craig got married in Gloucester, which is about an hour north of Boston, on the coast of Massachusetts.  On the day of the wedding, we got there about 90 minutes before the guests to help get things ready (specifically to get Ellie and myself ready and to do anything Kate or anyone else needed that I could help with).

Ellie the ring bear-ess as we were getting ready.  This is currently my favorite picture of her.

Kate and Craig were married by her sister S, who was temporarily ordained for the day.  I don’t know about Singapore but in the US, you can apply for and get a license from your state fairly easily to be ordained as a justice of the peace for a day in order to officiate at a wedding.  They’re standing under a chuppa, which symbolizes the home that they’ll build together, which is a lovely Jewish tradition.

Kate with Ellie the Ring bear-ess and C, her new daughter/the flower girl.

The wedding cake.  Gluten free chocolate on the top, Strawberry Grand Marnier on the bottom.  Both were delicious.

Kate’s cousin Andrei gave a very moving toast.

Me with Rhiannon and C, a friend of Kate’s with whom I have stood in in line waiting for the midnight release of a Harry Potter book.  Photo by C’s husband, A.

Kate is Rhiannon’s new favorite person.  She introduced Rhi to CAKE.  CAKE is awesome.  CAKE is the best food ever.  If you try to take her CAKE, Rhi will have to hurt you.  Nothing personal.

Although it didn’t rain during the ceremony, there was some light drizzle off and on through the reception.  But this led to a wonderful moment–when one of the kids spotted a rainbow.  Immediately, everyone grabbed their cameras and we found Kate and Craig and ordered them to pose.  I had to retouch the photo in post-production to get the rainbow to show well–I had to saturate the colors and lift the highlights to get this.  The color is a bit off, but I’m still really proud of it.

Everyone had a wonderful time.  Rhiannon had such a good time that she zonked out in Ravi’s arms by the end of the day.

Ellie adores her Auntie Kate.  But wedding?  Wedding Shmedding.  From her perspective the day was about wearing a gorgeous dress and following C around like a puppy.  C is a very mature 6 to Ellie’s 3, and thus is ripe for heroine worship.  The wedding location also had a lot of open space where the kids could play.  E doesn’t get a ton of unstructured play time with other kids, especially not in an outdoor setting like this.  It was absolute heaven for her.  I have no idea if the dress was saveable–it’s still at the dry-cleaners!

The sun setting on a gorgeous day.

A full set of my photos can be found here on my flickr page.

This post was scheduled and written in advance.

Kate’s Bachelorette Party

This was a vacation with a purpose.  Kate was a maid of honor at my wedding–there was no way I was missing her wedding.  She got first approval on Ravi–he wanted to be there.  She is Ellie’s adored Auntie Kate-she wanted to be there.  And Rhi?  Well, Rhi loves her too, although she loves her considerably more now that Kate has introduced her to CAKE.

But first things first.  Kate’s Bachelorette Party (or hen party, as some might call it) had to happen.

For Kate, we rented the “microcinema” at The Somerville Movie Theater.  We watched “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” and “The Princess Bride,” talked, laughed, and ate yummy food.  All in all, a wonderful afternoon.

Somerville movie theater.  It’s a great independent movie theater.  They show second run movies (movies that have been out for a while that you might have missed during their first run), have fun events (we did a midnight showing of The Princess Bride where everyone laughed and recited parts along), and even do live theater (we’re big fans of the annual Burlesque interpretation of The Nutcracker–”Slutcracker” which shows annually around Christmas).  It’s a wonderful movie house.  There’s even a balcony in the biggest theater.

One of my favorite decorative elements of the theater is the owl motif throughout.  This little guy is in the lobby, hanging out in a fireplace.  They’re also randomly scattered throughout the theaters.  It’s just one of those unique touches that make it such a funky little theater.

The bachelorette, wearing a silly crown I’d picked up to fit our “movie” motif.

Fun snacks and decorations (photo by Courtney)

Delicious Candy I picked up in Singapore.  (Made in Candy–locations include United Square and the Takashimaya Food Hall)

Why have regular cupcakes when you can have “Kickass Cupcakes?” (Davis Square, Somerville Massachusetts)

View of the selection of cupcakes at the party (as well as the temp tattoos Kickass Cupcakes gave us!).  Photo by Courtney

J, S, Kate and myself posing in front of the title to “The Princess Bride.”  Photo by Courtney.

Wordless Wednesday–Cornfield

Massachusetts isn’t really a big farm state.  We have lots of small farms that make food for local farmers markets, roadside stands, and CSA’s (community supported agriculture).  You can definitely “eat local” here in MA (at least part of the year), and in the summer that means fresh from the stalk corn.

Fresh corn is absolutely one of the foods we miss in Singapore, precisely because you CAN get corn that’s been imported from the US…but it sucks.  The kernels are small and it doesn’t have the fresh ripe sweetness to it.  So we generally skip it.

I passed a field of corn in Concord, Massachusetts on the drive to my mom’s house a week ago or so.  I decided to stop and take a few pictures so I could show you another side of my home state.

This is  part of a field of corn growing by the side of the road.  On the opposite side of the road (rte 2 heading west, just after the Concord Rotary for the locals) is a field that will be ripe with pumpkins in a few months.  On the other side of the Rotary is a Medium security prison for me and a state police office.  About five minutes away is Orchard House (where Louisa May Alcott wrote and set Little Women).  Ten minutes away is the hospital where I was born (not that anyone cares, but a fun fact).

Boston is about a 30 minute drive away…maybe 45 if you don’t speed.

The thing in the middle with the brown top is an ear of corn still maturing on the stalk.  In a few weeks it will be ripe for picking and sold at a local market.  When I go to farm stands here, I’ll peel back the top layer of green and inspect if the kernels are big and bright yellow, which tells me its ripe, or if they’re small and miserly (or not quite a full yellow) and not yet ready (which is the standard condition of ears of corn imported from the US).

Some farms will let you pick your own ears, others just sell them to you.  In some parts of MA, they will put out a stand and a box and you take the corn (or apples, depending on time of year) and leave the money in the box.

The giant gorgeous sky above the field.

I had hoped we’d be able to do some strawberry picking, but the season ended before we arrived and it’s just a few weeks too early for apple picking.  But maybe a friend will share some apple picking pics this fall for me?  HINT HINT.

 

 

Reverse Culture Shock

After driving on the left side of the road for the past seven or so months, I have had to focus and think hard about being on the right side of the road again.  I found myself wailing to anyone who would listen that “BOTH SIDES OF THE ROAD ARE WRONG!  THERE IS NO CORRECT SIDE ANYMORE!!!”

When filling my tank at the gas station, the attendant told me the total was $53 USD (66.25 SGD) and I almost replied “No, I wanted a full tank of gas,” thinking that there must have been a mistake. Then I remembered that gas is significantly cheaper here.  A typical full tank in Singapore is 100 SGD (80 USD), and that is for a tank that is only 2/3rds the size of my US tank.  To recap, I get 33% more gas for 67% of the cost of a tank of gas in Singapore.

Hello Reverse Culture shock

I’ve always been one to feel a deep sense of relief upon landing on American soil.  Coming home has meant that things finally make sense to me again without having to process or think–that I reflexively “get it.”

I’d heard of reverse culture shock but assumed that since I’m American as Apple Pie it would never happen to me.  That when we eventually moved home, I’d assimilate right back in without so much as a hiccup.

However, after two and a half years, it seems that my automatic sense of “just getting it” isn’t so automatic anymore. That I’m out of step here.  Confused.  I got lost when driving to a mall I’ve been to hundreds of times over the course of my life.  Perplexed by stores that are no longer there.  Looking for friends who have moved on from Massachusetts and the US.  Unsteady.

Playing with sidewalk chalk in my in-laws driveway with her Dada 

I’m not sure that we could ever use sidewalk chalk at our condo in Singapore.  But at my in-laws, Ellie is free to draw with it in the driveway and decorate the path to their front door, and no one cares if it doesn’t rain for a few days, knowing it will be washed away sooner or later.

Davis Square, Somerville Massachusetts

I am very used to the way retail transactions are done in Singapore, and it has shown in my two weeks here.

When trying to buy some stuff at a drug store, I handed the credit card to the cashier with both hands. WRONG-I should’ve used the machine.

I tried to insert the card into the machine to let it read the chip.  WRONG-I should’ve swiped it.

I waited to sign the slip.  WRONG-I should’ve signed the machine’s screen.

I’ve also used cash when I didn’t need to because I’m so used to credit card minimums.  In the US, you can charge almost any amount.  Often, when the transaction is less than 25 or 50 USD, you don’t even need to sign for it at all.

gorgeous sky

I know there are parts of Singapore where the sky is so big and so gorgeous it just blows your mind.  But due to where we live, where Ravi works, and where Ellie goes to school, the majority of my time is spent in the high rise mecca of the Central Business District. Seeing so much open sky and so many 1-2 story buildings shocks me at times.

Trinity Church with the Hancock Tower in the background (Copley Square, Boston)

Amusing anecdotes aside, the major change is ME.

I love being home.  I love seeing my friends.  I love having grandparents who are happy to babysit (for free, even!).  I love the long hot showers.  I love being able to shop for clothes that actually fit my body.  Oh, American Food–it’s so good that I’m only eating you for a few weeks–I can’t bear to think of how many calories I’m eating.

I’ve done some shopping–mostly for clothes for my non-pregnant, soon to be non-breastfeeding (or significantly reduced breastfeeding) body.  I’ve picked up Halloween costumes for the girls.  Some books.  A few dvd’s.  And we’ll fill a suitcase with food to be sure.

BUT.

I’m not running to Target, desperate for anything familiar, terrified to find alternatives.  I think of the food we took to Singapore, so certain we’d crave it, only to have it still sitting in our cupboards.  The tons of dvd’s I’ve bought only to not have viewed them as of yet.  Ellie wears uniforms five days a week–there’s no need to spoil her with a ton of new clothes, and Rhi is inheriting a ridiculous wardrobe from Ellie.  I’m more comfortable in the knowledge that if we truly need something, my in-laws can send it–or we can just live without it until our trip home in November for a cousin’s wedding.  In the 8 months since our last visit, the only thing I ran out of that was an issue was my preferred salon-sold shampoo and conditioner, and I bought more today.  I think it is a real possibility that we leave a suitcase or two here in the US instead of buying the two more we could to max our luggage allowance.  Sure toys are cheaper here (and so are books) and I’ve bought a couple, but…meh.

There is actually very little here that I couldn’t live without in Singapore (with the exception of my clothes and shampoo…and maybe a bag of my favorite bbq chips).  Realizing this is quite a shock to my system.

Singapore is home.  The way life works there, incomprehensible to me as it might be at times, is my “norm” now.

I find myself scouring my twitter feeds in the morning to catch up on my SG tweep’s doings.  I’ve joined in discussions dissecting caning (we’re against it), why women in SG aren’t procreating at the government’s preferred speed and volume, and rolled my eyes when people here think that the “National Night” video by Mentos is something to take seriously (also, I get most of the references!).  I’ve been in Singapore long enough to understand some of the political and social issues of the day well enough to have an educated opinion.

Ellie keeps asking when we’re going back to Singapore, and I think I finally understand why.  While I’ve enjoyed the trip “home,” I’m happy to heading back to the little red dot, which has also become “home.”

Wordless Wednesday–What Americans think Chinese Food looks like (part 1)

Yes, I realize that it’s barely still Wednesday on East Coast Time and it’s Thursday morning in Singapore, but let’s do this anyway.

Oh, we adorable, misguided Americans and our take on Chinese food.  Allow me to show you what I thought “Chinese Food” meant before I moved to Singapore.

This is basically the full menu available at Panda Express.  Panda Express is a fast food chain you’ll find in food courts or free standing as a fast food restaurant throughout the US.  There are only a few in Boston–one at the airport, one at the Prudential Center (where these were taken) and one nearby in Medford (a suburb in which I used to live).  Another day I’ll do a more “restaurant” version of American Chinese food, but this will give you a baseline.

This is what you see when you walk up.  You take a tray and order.  They scoop your food and give it to you on a plate or in a box.  Not pictured–the giant rice cooker where the white rice is made/served from.  Also missing is a picture of fried rice.

Chow Mein

Honey Walnut Shrimp  (top) Shangai Angus Steak (bottom)

Country Style Tofu (top) Black Pepper Chicken Breast (bottom)

Orange Chicken.  My absolute favorite dish at Panda Express.

Kung Pao Chicken (top) Broccoli Beef (bottom)

string bean chicken breast (top) mushroom chicken breast (bottom)

crispy shrimp

chicken potstickers (top) sweetfire chicken breast (bottom)

spring rolls (top) chicken egg rolls (bottom)

Those are all the major dishes.  Then you walk past a display of “other” stuff you can buy, such as….

Fortune cookie   Based on the recipe for a Japanese sweet cracker, these are a staple of American Chinese Food.  If I didn’t get a fortune cookie, it wouldn’t count as eating Chinese food.  They are delicious as hell.

crispy noodles

sauces for sale.  Yes, I’m going back to get the orange sauce

You then pay and go eat your dinner.

My orange chicken in the to-go box.  Which again, we think of these boxes as standard when getting chinese food.

My fortune, which are always corny, and often have a “learn a word in mandarin” on the back.

Major differences to my still uneducated eyes.  You don’t see a lot of seafood or internal organs in the fast food American interpretation of Chinese Food.  The meat to vegetables ration is very different; we Americans want to see a substantial amount of meat on our plates.  Some of the recipes are totally made up, others are “interpretations” of actual Chinese recipes.

However, what you see before you is why Ravi and I are fairly unenthusiastic about Chinese food in Singapore.  We just have a very specific set of expectations, and not seeing them on the menu makes us sad and a little homesick.

Feel free to be appropriately horrified.

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