On a bright but cool and breezy morning, Sari and I biked down to Chinatown at 9am for DimSum. This is a huge Sunday morning operation: half dozen steam-carts circulate past each table, laden with all forms of Chinese delicasies: steamed, fried, pickled, baked, raw. All with various sauces, and bite-sized so can be eaten in one (large) mouthful, or picked apart with chopsticks. Our favorites are the steamed noodle dumplings encasing shrimp, mushroom or pork with a funn sauce...don't ask me what it is.
Afterward a stroll under the big Chinese arch, down Wentworth Street for an $80 pound of green tea, some ginseng root
, a gallon of light soy sauce, Chinese broccoli, and fresh winter melon and red bean pastries to take home. Yum!
Quite a fight against the wind coming back, bikes loaded with goodies. During the slow trip, my mind recalled the old saying I'd learned years ago: