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What else would “C” stand for, if not for Chinese food? What else would we talk about? If it weren’t for Chinese food, well not only would we not have anything to talk about, but we wouldn’t have a blog either. And if we didn’t have a blog, then what would you be reading right now? Kind of like, what is the sound of one hand clapping, isn’t it? If you’re not reading the blog, then what are you doing? Comment on!
So, why do we love Chinese food so much? It’s in our blood. It’s in our heritage. It’s what makes some of us Jews. Well, some Jews it makes who they are. And we be Mee, and we be they! And, it’s not just for Christmas!
Our lives are intertwined with memories of Chinese food. Here are a few examples.
Some Early Mee Memories:
When I walk in to a Chinese restaurant, the first thing I notice is the aroma. There is something about the smells of onion, peppers, garlic, five spice power, and sesame oil as well as all of those other magic ingredients that form the brilliant masterpieces the chef creates.
Aside from Junior’s in Brooklyn, the only other type of restaurant I can ever remember eating at with my family was a Chinese restaurant. And it was always special. Of course, we didn’t call it going for Chinese food back then, but times have changed!
I’ve been eating Chinese food my whole life. Going to a Chinese restaurant is probably my earliest memory of eating out as a family. I grew up in a Kosher home, but we would bring in Chinese food, and eat it on paper plates. I guess my mother had her own ideas about being Kosher!
Some of my fondest memories actually took place in a Chinese restaurant. As in many homes, picking up Chinese food on Sunday nights was a ritual. I would accompany my father for this very important task.
My earliest memories of Chinese food is when my family went out for Chinese food almost every Sunday evening. I used to love the pupu platter. My mother used to always order chicken chow mein. Every time!
My love of Chinese food goes back to my time when I lived in the United Kingdom. I was first introduced to Chinese food there. Later in life I had a Chinese client who lived in London and I used to visit him and he took me out for “authentic” Chinese food.
But, you see, the Quest is more than just Chinese food. Though Chinese food is what ties us together, it is enjoying the company of good friends and having fun while applying our time tested ancient methods of tasting and reviewing the food we eat. At the end of the day, our Quest will take us to many places, some great and some not so great, some fun and some awful places. But no matter where we go, we have a great time and plenty of fun, which adds to the whole experience factor of the Quest.
Humbly submitted for your consumption,
—Mee Magnum (“Chop! Chop!”)