THE DIET OF THE AMERICAN SLOTH

In slightly less than one hour, within a two block stretch, I heard Toishanese, Cantonese, and Mandarin. That's better than yesterday, when in that same amount of space I'd heard three crazy people erupting. So it's not my animal magnetism. Probably the weather.

Which today has been grey, with sporadic precipitation, not requiring heavy raingear or an umbrella. Per the weather report mid fifties with overcast periods, and sometimes sunny.

Apart from my outside coat the only protective gear was my mask, because public transit is a rolling petri dish, I dodn't know where you people have been, and you never known when or where you'll encounter a Texan spreading measles or Marjorie Taylor Greene.


There are diseased Americans from elsewhere everywhere.


Including seven Caucasian types besides myself at the place where I had lunch, so you can never be too careful. I wasn't really paying attention, but I saw one plate of electric hued sweet and sour something, as well fried noodles with muck on top à la Detroit.

If I had stayed any longer I'm sure I would have also seen Kung Pao and General Tso.
Plus, quite possibly, egg rolls and deep-fried wontons.


薺菜豬肉水餃

Unfortunately, they were out of the dumplings made with shepherds purse (薺菜 'chai choi; capsella bursa-pastoris), which is newly featured on their menu, and I was keen to taste it. It's traditional for Spring time, metaforous for domestic tranquility and harmony, and beneficial to the circulatory system. Which is something I have.


Still, lunch was good. They have Sriracha.
Which makes everything happy food.
Even that American stuff.



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