Mien She She

Oct 13, 2012 by     No Comments    Posted under: Discover, food

I’m in Ri Yue Wan Hai Men Village.  I think I’m eating tourist food, but I also think this is what the locals eat too. I’m jealous of the girl sitting next to me, who has the fat, white noodles with poached eggs.  Mine are skinny with some green stuff, steam billowing from the bowl, while a ceremony of some fishing significance takes place directly in front of me.  I don’t understand the story being told, but I can appreciate the pageantry, the scent of incense, the boom of a gong, and the clash of symbols.  I feel good about the fact that I’m the only foreigner here.  Drums and fireworks conclude the ceremony.  I receive a blessing of my own when I find an egg hidden deep in the noodle nest.  I slurp, sip and suck up the noodles and soup, like a local.  I feel remote and alien, which I like.  “Mien” is the only word I could muster in Mandarin when ordering, but the resulting meal was a rich experience.

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