Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The first Angel of the Endtimes poured out from her flaming bowl coffee into my cup

I recently re-moved to Chicago for the second time. This time I came from very far away, China to be exact in search of one thing: Brunch.

Yes. That is right; brunch brought be back from my monk-like existence in the sleepy city of Kaifeng. And now that I have acquired gainful employment (employment which does not impede my brunching) I am ready to set out on a gustatory adventure to rival my recent sinic one.

Of course I have not entirely left China behind, I am still tracking quite a lot of that yellow earth around with me as I wander America's great city in the Middle West. And the one thing I miss the most is the food.

So, this web log will serve a duel purpose to document my humble attempts to learn Chinese cooking and satiate my desire for all the great tastes I left behind.