AUTUMN HONEY PEARS

At quarter to five I delivered a baggie with an extremely large 'Autumn Honey' pear and two glutinous rice rolls (一個秋蜜梨同兩個糯米卷) to both my landlady and the old Indonesian woman downstairs. Because the new dimsum place on Stockton Street has interesting fresh looking snackies, and the pears looked delicious. In between I had enjoyed my tea at the bakery. Neither of the old gentlemen I often see there showed up, probably because it was too cold today.

Sadly, my favourite stockist wasn't open, but the geezer loading merchandise into their storage rooms at the back door seemed to believe that they would be open tomorrow.

I hope that's true. To say that I don't trust those racist wasp-o-phile careerists in customs and immigration further than I can spit would be an overstatement van jewelste.


No idea why they haven't opened the shop yet.
They were supposed to be back this week.

AUTUMN HONEY PEARS

Not as attractive as the 'crystal' pears, but probably much less likely to bruise.


By the way: There are three produce markets where I do not wish to shop for a few weeks in Chinatown. A nasty attitude at one of them, the second one is a bit grotty, and the pushy old farts who patronize the third are just too much to deal with. But the people who staff the dimsum take-out place are very pleasant.

I am a sour and grumblesome old toad. Fruit alleviates that.
Kept one pear to share with my apartment mate.



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