FILL: And today, our Chinese breakfast includes . . .

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Original posting 5 December 2008

Saturday morning, with a bit different flair. A doughy ball that turned out to have sweet beans or perhaps pumpkin paste inside. A triangle of dough -- I would call it a scallion pancake without the scallions? Fried bread - the long sticks that are reasonably common in Chinatowns. Goyza, egg drop soup, boiled eggs, baked sweet potato. Pickles and cookies.

But for me, the interesting one was the hotpot of soup. Instead of bean or watery rice congee, today it was yellow. And when I started to try it -- yellow corn grits! Watery, but definitely corn. No salt or butter, but . . .

And the monks were there, too. One older in a grey robe, loudly talking to the waitresses, eating several eggs and going back for more food. One younger in a brown robe. I guess they are Buddhist. Shaved heads, but heavy builds, not thin. And watching the older one eat, I know why.

Fun for breakfast.

[An ad on the TV seemed to be about mongolian songs -- with a woman yodeling away as she caresses a bison in the snow? Do I really think that DVD singers live in the wilds with snow and wild animals? Interesting times . . .]