On a chilly LA night- well, chilly in comparison to Guangzhou- I gathered with a group of friends at the Venice home of one very good friend who is one very good cook. I ate lots of cheese, prosciutto, and all kinds of salads- the kinds that make me happy and proud to be from California. It was the perfect vegetable-heavy respite to several days of dining out. Conversation topics ranged from a black diamond engagement ring to stories of revenge on a bike, but even that was in good humor.
I like it here in China, and I’m definitely looking forward to the adventures both in this city and throughout Asia in our short nine months left in Guangzhou. But no matter what happens here, it’s the little yummy things- like this potato and green bean salad, or the fresh figs and buratta cheese next to it- that make me miss home.
Where is home? Right now, it’s a little bit all over. Home is where my loved ones are, home is where my best friends are, home is where I can understand everyone, home is my mom’s kitchen. And without fail, home is definitely where good food is, too.