I cook

I was craving some Indian food, and was itching to try my new rice cooker, and I wanted to make “truck stop beans.” The problem was finding kidney beans. Not surprisingly, kidney beans are hard to find in China. I went to several grocery stores that sell imported foods, and completely struck out. Then, in the bulk food section of a local grocery store, I found something that looked similar enough to kidney beans that made me willing to try them.

After soaking for 24 hours, they looked a little less like kidney beans, but they still looked like a viable substitute.

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Into the pot they went, to cook for about 90 minutes.

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Other ingredients are easier to find. Onions, garlic, chili pepper are readily available in China, and quite cheap. The fresh produce was very very cheap. The ginger and chili peppers together cost me only about 20¢.

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My recipe calls for canned tomatoes, of course, but canned tomatoes are not available in China. Fresh tomatoes, on the other hand, are! These four huge, fresh tomatoes cost about 75¢.

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To make stewed tomatoes, of course I had to dice and stew the tomatoes. Piece of cake.

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After about 30 minutes of stewing, I had beautiful, stewed tomatoes.

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The beans were fully cooked after about 90 minutes. They looked even less like kidney beans at this point, but they had a rich, meaty flavor. I was sure that they would taste good in my curry.

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This next step is optional, and I plan to leave it out next time. This step involves draining the beans into the sink, then having the drainpipe under your sink coming loose from the drainage system, and all of the bean water flowing onto the kitchen floor. An unnecessary part of the process.

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I diced the onions, garlic, ginger, hot pepper, and cooked them thoroughly.

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Added the tomato and beans, then added the various Indian spices that I brought with me from America (also not available in this part of China, not surprisingly).

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Meanwhile, I cooked up some rice in my rice cooker. The rice cooker worked beautifully, and the rice turned out great.

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A big helping of rice in the big bowl that my wife made, a generous scoop of the curry on top, and you’ve got some good eats. I was right about the beans. They have a nice flavor, good bite, and worked well in the curry.

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Next time, if I can find cheddar cheese, I will try to make Cuban black beans with the dried black beans that I also found at the grocery store.

Pushing myself out of my comfort zone

It rained late this afternoon, but the rain stopped suddenly and the sun came out. The weather was so nice this evening that I wanted to go out and explore the city. I walked around for a while, then got hungry.

I have a bad habit when I am out by myself. I tend not to want to eat out. This is especially true in Chinese contexts, because Chinese food is mainly a communal activity. I think part of this habit comes from the introverted part of my personality. But I think that I miss out on experiences by not engaging with the world, so I am trying to be more outgoing.

Usually when I am out by myself, I look for something simple, buy something and take it home to eat. But I have decided that beginning with this tour, I should take more chances and try new things.

Everyone knows that the restaurants with the best food are not on the main streets, but in the small side streets. In search of something to eat, I turned into a small alley and found a little place that looked clean.

A simple beef rice dish and a side vegetable cost RMB24, about US$4.

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The food was good, and I had some nice interaction with the restaurant staff who seemed delighted (and relieved) that I spoke Chinese.

So this was a small improvement in my social habits, I got a nice meal out of it, and conducted some unofficial public diplomacy with the local people.

I guess that’s personal growth.

Trying not to waste time

While I wait for my Chinese visa to come through, I have to remain in D.C. There is a temptation to take advantage of this down time by taking an in-place vacation. But there are too many things that I want to do, that I didn’t had the time for while I was in training.

This small delay in getting started on my tour in China is a bit disappointing, but it is also an opportunity to work on my own professional skills.

I am working on some online courses that are quite interesting, such as “processing security advisory opinions” (more interesting than the title suggests) and “detecting impostors” (useful for matching people to their documents when adjudicating a visa application).

I can also work on my Chinese language skills. I’m reading a book from the Chinese classics, which was written in Classical Chinese. Reading one page of it can take an hour or more, because that style of writing is very compact (and because my Chinese isn’t as good as I would like it to be).

There is also the opportunity to spend some more time with my classmates. I got to participate in some activities this weekend that I would have missed had I begun my travel on Thursday. One got married, and we celebrated with him yesterday. Later was poker night at another classmate’s apartment. This afternoon several of us are going to a baseball game.

Tomorrow I will wait for instructions from my supervisors, and will continue to work on my own professional development.

This extra time in D.C. is a gift, and it would be a shame to waste it.

Saying good-bye doesn’t get easier

I am returning to DC today for what I think is my last week in the country for a while. I went back to Michigan this weekend to see my family. All my siblings came in to town. It was great to see everyone again, and catch up with our respective adventures.

Part of human nature is to be preoccupied with one’s own life, and to assume that what one’s activities are the most important and interesting events in the world. I’m just as guilty of that self-centeredness as anyone else is. In the three months since I left town, my family members have all been living their own lives, adopting a dog, preparing to sell a house and move, helping a child move out of town for a long-term internship, changing jobs. I guess that’s what we mean when we say that “life goes on.”

I also made time to go see a former co-worker and dear friend, and catch up on what is happening in her life. Her kids are getting older, life is going on.

My own family is doing well as well. Being separate from them is an emotional challenge for me. My wife is a very strong and capable person, but I feel that my leaving to start this new career is unfair to her. In the long term, when she is able to join me, I believe that we will enjoy the adventures that come with this career. In the short term, though, she has to take all the responsibility to take care of the house and our younger son, plus find her own self-fulfillment in her art. She has a heavier burden to bear than I have.

This morning I had to say good-bye again. This time, my family isn’t sure when we will be able to get together again. Modern communications is great. We can keep in touch with text messages, email, and video chat. Sharing our activities and new experiences often has shrunk the distance between us. This separation would have been a lot harder without technology. It isn’t the same as being there in person, though. Even though we have been able to communicate easily and frequently, a text message is a rotten alternative to a hug.

Website problems and visa delays

My website was having some responsiveness problems over the last several days. You may have noticed it. I logged a troubleshooting ticket with my hosting service, and the good technical support people managed to find and fix the problem. So the site should be back to normal now. Happy face.

My diplomatic visa has still not been issued. The office at the State Department that helps with passports and visas recommended making a trip to the China visa office and asking in person. They said that sometimes helps. So the three of us who are all heading to China at the same time made the trip this morning. One of my classmates was lucky. He had applied for his visa a few days before me, and his visa was ready. Mine was not. Sad face.

I am scheduled to leave for China next week. If my visa isn’t ready in time, I will have to change a lot of my arrangements, and that will cause some inconvenience for a lot of people. I’ve arranged to consult with the Department of Homeland Security office and Customs and Border Protection  in California on my way to China. In addition, my future coworkers in China are meeting me at the airport. Worried face.

I do not like not being in control. Of my website or my visa. Angry face.

Got more shots: I am no longer a wimp

Went back for more inoculations yesterday. I got two shots, and did not even feel lightheaded. I think the secret is compartmentalization. I managed to distract myself long enough not to freak myself out about having a needle stuck in my arm.

A different person gave me the shots this time, but Elaine stuck her head in the office to say hi, and to see how I was doing. More reason to ask for Elaine if you ever need to go to that clinic. She’s a gem.

I guess the upshot of my needle aversion is that it will be very difficult for me to ever become a heroin addict.

Dream Fail

Even in my own dreams, I manage to humiliate myself.

I dreamed that at while at dinner with a friend, I performed Steve Martin’s famous “Excuuuuuse me” routine. My dinner companion kept interupting me to correct my performance, but I plowed through it anyway, ignoring him. Finally, just as I finished, I looked across the table, and realized that my dinner companion was Steve Martin himself.

Our eyes met, he raised one eyebrow and he gave me a stare that said: “now you realize that you’re an idiot, right?”

I think that late-night snacking causes my stomach and brain to collude on the production of confidence-crushing dreams.