Guangzhou: New Town, New Chocolate

As I sit here in my apartment on the South Campus at Sun Yat-sen University, gobbling up a bowl of arroz rojo y frijoles negros improvised with a wok and a two-burner gas stove, I'm possibly only days away from receiving a visa that makes me an official resident of the city of Guangzhou. The first couple of weeks of eating were incredibly confusing. The supermarket aisles contain more sweet, sticky, crunchy, and other wise junky foods than you'd find at a Walmart in a Midwest potato-chip test market, no canned or frozen vegetables, and not a single variety of tomato sauce other than ketchup. But with the help of Mark Bittman's east-west stir-fries and culturally ambiguous chicken adobo--along with my own ten-minute noodle soup invention (bring some boxed stock to a boil, add a fistful of soba noodles and cook for a few minutes while you slice off the stem part of four or five heads of baby bok choi to separate the leaves, then add the bok choi to the pot, cover and cook for another minute, turn off the heat, add a splash each of soy sauce and sesame oil, pour into a pretty bowl, grab a pair of chopsticks, slurp, and enjoy--my Asian kitchen is becoming a much more familiar place.

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