Milk Tea

Hong Kong milk tea holds a special place in my heart. Hong Kong bistros usually cater a huge menu, from BBQ pork bun (Cha Siu Bao), to chow fun, over rice dishes and won ton soup. They usually also make foreign dishes such as Portuguese chicken with rice, club sandwich, and spaghetti with meat sauce. It represents Hong Kong's unique characteristic of being a melting pot for people from all over the world. Hong Kong milk tea is, of course, one of the popular items on the menu. The smart people of Hong Kong gave it a catchy name: silk stocking milk tea, to emphasize its smoothness. They are made of strong black tea powder, and you can request to put sweetened condense milk, which to me is the best. I used to have Hong Kong milk tea whenever I had a chance and it was a special treat. Until one day, I had it at lunch, and found that I was buzzing all afternoon and all evening. Not to mention being especially "productive" in my afternoon meetings. Then I started to opt for its less strong cousin - Taiwan milk tea. 

A few years ago, milk tea/boba milk tea joints were quietly popping up everywhere around the bay area. Franchises such as Quickly and Chatime were replacing mom and pop shops and making milk tea so much more accessible. Of course the milk tea in these joints are less strong but they also provide a huge selection, like rose milk tea, taro milk tea, just to name a couple. Over the weekend, when we go over the hill to the peninsula, we now have 6 difference places to go and get milk tea, pretty much one or two in every direction we go. So milk tea is replacing Starbucks coffee as our weekend go-to drink.

Last night Jack and I went to have dinner at a Cantonese noodle shop. Jack asked me if he could have mallard (coffee milk tea, a variation of milk tea you can get in HK bistros). I answered, "they don't sell that here." When the waitress came to take our order, Jack again said: milk tea. The waitress smiled and said, "no, we don't have milk tea." After the waitress left with our order, I explained to Jack that you could only order milk tea in a HK bistros or milk tea shops, but noodle shops or regular Chinese restaurants don't sell milk tea. Clearly disappointed, Jack accepted my explanation and settled with ice water. I was impressed how Jack was adopting so well to the Chinese food culture. In his own words, he is like a chameleon.

Ah Sichuan - Part 3, More About the Giant pandas

When we got there, the Giant pandas were lying on a bed of fresh bamboo having their breakfast. We instantly halted our conversation, and got our cameras out! We were captivated by these fuzzy, nonchalant, and cute animals. The first paddock had 5 giant pandas, who were a year old and were born in captivity. Since they were not moving too much, you don't have to try very hard to take good pictures! It might look like they were posing for pictures, but in fact, they were just eating and could careless about the awestruck visitors. Based on our esteem guide, Victor, they couldn't see further than 10 feet, though have a good sense of hearing and smell.

At some point, one of the Giant pandas rolled onto another one and was partly sitting on it while continuously eating; and at another point, another one snatched the bamboo out of his neighbor's hand and ate it. Yet another one, sitting at the edge, rolled over the edge into the trench between them and us. He just climbed back up and continued his eating as if nothing had happened. Then I remembered they were expert climbers. The adult pandas, 5+ years old, each had his or her own paddock, because they were so territorial. The mothers live with their cubs for the first one and a half years.

Victor reassured us that in the wild, Giant pandas were not so lazy or comfortable. They had to fight for their territory, looked for food, and even when they were eating they had to stay alert of the hostiles in the surroundings. So wild Giant pandas were definitely more fit and more resourceful. These Giant pandas that we were watching, some were born in captivity and some were injured in the wild and being rescued. Once in captivity they were decidedly too well-fed, comfortable and overweight. They were all in a rehab program to help them to get back to the wild, but over the last 12 years, only 2 of them passed the program and were successfully returned to the wild. The rest of them stayed in captivity and live the lives of true national treasure - eat, sleep and be cute. They were too big and lazy to mate, and most of the new born were artificially inseminated. We walked around the park, watching these cuties eating, and saw some cubs sleeping high up in the trees. Victor said the cubs naturally were great climbers because their claws were growing and they had to climb trees (to release the growing pain?) We took as many pictures and videos as our hearts content, and exclaimed with every slight movement of these pandas, including one's pooping action. Victor explained that Giant pandas had small intestinal system, so they had to eat many meals a day and when they had to go, then had to go right there, so no need for separate bathrooms.

Victor explained that first there were raccoons some 25 millions years ago, then there were Red Pandas - the Sifu (master) in the animation Kung Fu Panda, then came the Giant pandas, and then finally came the various kinds of bears, millions of years ago. The Giant pandas each had a name like Xiao Bao, but next door in the Red panda exhibition, the Red pandas lived with their family and each one did not have a name. The Red pandas did look very much like raccoons, and I like them as well.

I must add, the Panda center was very well-manicured, clean, and well-maintained. It was a big park and we spent the whole morning there - mainly because we spent so much time watching the Giant pandas. It reminded me of Disney World, except this was the real deal! They didn't try very hard to sell you Giant panda souvenirs, although they could and they would be making a boat load of money. Even the donation center was very easily missed. Or maybe Victor tactfully ushered us away from those places. We did go to the museum and he gave us an additional lecture about the Giant pandas. Starting from 6 rescue Giant pandas, there are now about 176 of them in this park, and there were multiple Giant panda centers and wild life parks through out Sichuan!

I love this place and promised myself to come back next time I have a chance! If you go there in May or June, that's when you could see new born! But beware the weather is very hot in Sichuan as it will get over 100 degrees.

Ah Sichuan - Part 2, Giant Pandas Rule!

Need I say more?

Ah, Sichuan - Part 1, The Food!

Sichuan, to many, is famous as the home of the Giant Pandas, but to me, Sichuan spicy food is mystical. I've always been told that Sichuan food was so spicy that it would burn your tongue and could give you numb scalp if you were not careful. Just look at the bunch of red chilly peppers, Sichuan pepper corns, raw garlic and chilly oil they put on the food. Secretly I fantasized Sichuan people must have digestive system made of steel.

While interning in the Silicon Valley, I was properly introduced to some authentic Sichuan dishes in a well-known Sichuan restaurant by my Chinese colleagues, and after many years of sniffling and mouth burning, I finally somewhat acclimated to the spice.  I was also exposed to other spicy foods such as Thai, Indian, and hot Mexican salsa.

When Jack was planning a business trip to China and asked me to accompany him, I suggested that to make the 14-hour journey to China worthy, we could visit Guangzhou and Sichuan after his meeting, so that we could try both his favorite dim sum in Guangzhou and Sichuan cuisine in Sichuan!

After Jack's meetings in Shenzhen, we took the train to Guangzhou on Friday afternoon and got together with my relatives. We had a welcome-and-farewell-combined dinner in one of the top two restaurants in Guangzhou. My relatives didn't understand why we would want to go to Sichuan, yet spend only three short days in Guangzhou - the food capital of China. First my cousin said: we have really good Sichuan food here in Guangzhou. Then my uncle suggested that we could go to the Guangzhou Zoo to see the Giant Panda triplets. Seeing that our plans were made, my aunts warned me strenuously about eating Sichuan food. Not only would it give you pimples and red skin, worst of all, it could give you internal heat (the Traditional Chinese Medicine interpretation of inflammation). "Sichuan food is not suitable to a Cantonese girl like you," they said. They gave me many high quality Chinese tea, and made me promise to drink it throughout my trip. My friend also advised me to drink the water in Sichuan which was of cooling element and would help counter the heat in the spicy food.

We flew to Chengdu, Sichuan on Monday afternoon. I was a little baffled that people in Sichuan didn't look much different from other Chinese we saw in Guangzhou or Shenzhen. They were not especially husky or muscular and didn't seem to have super powers. Even the local dialect was so similar to Mandarin which wasn't difficult to figure out. Luckily, my carefully selected first hotel in Chengdu, Buddha Zen Hotel, exceeded my expectation, so I was happy about that. The Buddha Zen Hotel was on a street where a real Buddhist temple was located. It was small and tastefully decorated as a Chinese Inn from ancient times. Even the whole street was a backdrop of an ancient Chinese street with antique stores, art galleries and local eateries. It was decorated with lots of red lanterns from the Chinese New Year celebration in February, which made it especially festive.

The next morning we met our local guide, Victor, at the hotel lobby at 7:30 sharp. We were going to see the Giant Pandas. Everyone told us to be there earliest possible or the Giant Pandas would be gone indoors if it got too hot outside.

We got into Victor's orange BMW sedan, and he carefully drove out of the hotel underground parking structure while talking us through the itinerary of our three-day trip. The way he talked made you think that he was leading a group of 30 people on a bus ... yet there were just the two of us in the car with him.

During our ride, Victor told us many anecdotes about the city, the culture and the food of Sichuan. Victor explained that Chengdu (成都) means: becoming the capital. A long time ago, the capital of Sichuan was at where the airport is some 30 minutes away, but then that area was flooded often because it was at the junction of two rivers, so the officials decided to move the city to where Chengdu is now, and building it up as the capital of the Provence, thus, becoming the capital. 

Victor also told us there were four major Chinese cuisines: Shandong, Sichuan, Jiangsu, and of course, Cantonese (Guangdong). He said the key ingredient of Sichuan dishes was the broad bean sauce, and almost every family had its own recipe. I told him in the Bay Area, we had been going to this Sichuan restaurant for many years, but one of my friends who traveled to Hunan and Sichuan once told me the food in this restaurant tasted more like Hunan cuisine. It was something to do with whether you feel the spicy in your mouth or your throat, or something like that. Also, Sichuan food creates this numbing sensation on your tongue because of the Sichuan pepper corns. We were dubious ever since. I asked Victor if Kung Pao Chicken, Ma Po Tofu, and Cold Noodle were authentic Sichuan dishes that he would eat at home, and he said yes. Then I asked if Hot and Sour Soup was a Sichuan dish and he said no. Hot and Sour Soup was a soup from Hunan, which was a big surprise for us. He explained: Sichuan dishes were normally spicy, so they used to eat bland vegetable soup to balance out the spice. I explained that in America, every Chinese restaurant makes Hot and Sour Soup, I just thought that it was an authentic Sichuan dish, because the Sichuan restaurant made it especially spicy and flavorful, comparing to the Cantonese restaurants, for instance. Victor told us the reason why people in Sichuan ate so much spicy food was because the climate was so humid and eating hot peppers help to prevent arthritis. At that moment, the people of Sichuan instantly became more human to me.

I asked Victor if Moms (our favorite spicy sauce, 老干妈) was from Sichuan, and he said no, Moms was from Guizhou (贵州)! This really made me feel let down, because I always thought I was making authentic Sichuan dishes with Moms! Indeed, this kind of spice is different from that kind of spice. When I told Victor about the story of the cooling element of Sichuan water, he laughed. Oh, by the way, we also learned that there was no such thing as spicy Mongolian beef. Beef made in Mongolia is bland with little flavor. 

The best part of the day, in addition to watching the pandas, was when Victor took us to the original Chen Ma Po Tofu shop in Chengdu! We tried the original recipe of Ma Po Tofu, and alas, we could take it without having numb scalp or other sufferance! That was one of the most joyous and relief moments of the day, and it was only lunch time! Now we know Little Sichuan in San Mateo did not fail us after over 20 years of patronage. On the other hand the authentic Kung Pao Chicken was a bit of a surprise, because it tasted sweet with lichee flavor, and they seemed to put in way too much peanuts but not much chicken. We preferred our own Kung Pao with lots of veggies. At some point when he was eating some small pickled green chilly pepper, Jack observed: "Hmm, now I feel the spicy in my ear." The cold noodle was gone before we remember to take any pictures.

To be continued:

Part 2: Giant Pandas

Part 3: Giant Buddha

Part 4: Mt. EMei

Is it about gender? Or is it something else?

Happy International Women's Day!

I have some thoughts about gender inequality.

First of all, let's take gender out of the equation.

When we hire people in tech, we do not and should not focus on gender or nationality, but should instead focus on skills, capabilities and how the candidate fit into the team. That's what we called equal opportunity employment. Along the same line, we should treat everyone equally in the workplace. Would I say, "Oh, you are a very good leader because you are a man." Or "You are very strong in Java programming because you are a man"? No, you are a good leader or a good programmer because you are good. Am I good at my job because of my nationality or gender? I believe I'm good at my job because I work hard and I'm good at work I do. I understand it's easier to generalize and label based on appearance, and judge based on one's previous experiences. It is my hope that people can go beyond the surface, and try to get to know everyone they encountered as unique individuals. We are all different; we all have our strengths and weaknesses; we are all special in our own ways. Try to embrace the differences.

Now, let's put gender back into the equation.

To our male counterpart, it is difficult for you to understand why and how inequality exist for men and women. I don't normally talk about it, because I don't want to sound like complaining too much, but it seems that people just don't understand unless you put the writing on the wall. So here is my own story, and I'm sure every other woman has her own unique story to tell.

Growing up in China, we were taught in school and in the society that men and women were equal (they said: "Women can support half of the sky.") However, the Chinese culture had a long and dark history of discrimination and mistreatment of women, which pretty much started since the recorded history. So this kind of ideal was hard to achieve.

When I was growing up, in addition to having to study hard in school to get good grades; at home, I was taught to do all of the house chores, such as making and pouring tea, cleaning the house and dishes, cooking, laundry. Every summer vacation, in addition to doing my daily summer homework, I would help mop the floor, pick up the house and do the dishes before going to play. In one word, I was brought up to serve. Don't get me wrong, I did not feel being mistreated, and I was happy to help my parents.

On the other hand, my brother and my male cousins didn't have to do any of those "duties." They could play, take Kung Fu or computer lessons, travel afar, because that's what men do.

In elementary school, I was always among the top of the class, and more girls did better than boys. In middle school, math and physics became difficult. Then one day in middle school, my physics teacher took me aside and told me I didn't do well in my physics tests, but "it's OK, because physics and math are hard for girls." When the society and your own teacher were telling you you couldn't do something because you were a girl, at that age, it could seal your fate, and you could give up trying.

Luckily, I had a strong grandmother who always taught us the importance of persistence and staying in school. I also had a lot of positive encouragements from school in the US that allowed me to try physics and math again, and I did really well (go figure). That allowed me to complete a degree in computer science and working in the tech industry.

I suspect things like this is still happening to girls these days, that they were not given equal treatment in learning. That could cause less women entering school to study STEM, which result to less women entering STEM fields, and other inequalities follow.

Let's not forget that the society expect different things from men and women. Women were expected to (or innately) care for the family, bare children, and many women have to do that on top of a full time job. In that way, women are working harder than men. These women deserve great respect.

We (women) are not expecting free rides or preferential treatment, we are just asking for level playing field and some due respect. It's unreasonable to ask for women to be in 50% of all fields. Everyone is responsible for his/her own success.

Ask yourself, do you intentionally or unintentionally treat your female colleagues differently than male colleagues? As parents, do you treat your sons and daughters differently? As teachers, do you treat your male students differently than your female students? Do you treat men and women differently? If everyone's answers are unequivocally no, then we can start talking about achieving gender equality.

A difficult word

Last Friday morning I had a phone call with my colleague, Mr. D., to explain to him some work related steps.

After my long-winded explanation, I concluded by saying: "Well, this is a convoluted explanation, so I appreciate your understanding of what I'm trying to say." Mr. D. responded: "Wow, I'm impressed that you are using the word 'convoluted.' It's a difficult word even for Americans and English native speakers." I guess it surprised me a little that the word came out so naturally, as if I planned to say that all along. Then we spent a little more time to have a pleasant conversation about learning English as a second language; and his living in Germany, where he only learned enough German to order foods and drinks in the restaurants. I explained to him that when I came to America to study, learning English was for survival, so I had to study hard and it was difficult at times.

I still remember in numerous conversations in the past, people would ask, "How long have you been here?" I would say: "6 months," or "1 year," or "3 years", respectively; and they would be impressed and said, "Your English is very good. It must be difficult learning a new language and study all these subjects in this new language." They were so encouraging, and I still appreciate their support til today. These days, it is more difficult for me to impress people with my English, knowing that I've been living here for more than 20 years. So I appreciate Mr. D.'s compliments, and I told him so.

It reminded me that one time I was working in the lab with my colleague, I think that was early days of my career so I had been living in America for about 10 years, I told Mr. S. "Oh, my computer is out of juice," and Mr. S. was flabbergasted. He laughed and said: "What did you say? I didn't expect that to come out of your mouth." Then we joked that I was being more American everyday.

Tooland, toyland

Saturday morning we got up early, so we made an excursion to the Peninsula to run some errands. After the errand, we enjoyed breakfast with wholesome souffles and delicious latte at Panera. Jack asked if we could go to this shop to get some tools before going home. I reluctantly agreed, thinking worse case I would wait in the car.

Hardware stores to me is like shopping malls to Jack. It is pulling-my-hair-out-boring. It boggles my mind how can anyone get excited about nuts & bolts, pipes & wrenches, faucets & kitchen sinks? A lot of times I just hangout around the nursery, and imagine a colorful garden for our house, but sometimes I wait for him in the car.

In the same way, Jack couldn't stand shopping malls, but I love it. I like shopping and window shopping and looking at fashion styles, and I can be there for hours. Sometimes Jack would be happy to be left at the Apple Store, but a lot of times he just waited in the car. When it comes to shopping, we both have to make compromises.

It didn't take us long to get to this place called TOOLAND in Redwood City, just in time for them to open at 9 AM.

When we went into the store, Jack's eyes sparkled with excitement; and my eyes opened with bewilderment. This place had wrenches & sockets, washers & ratchets, and many other tools that I could not name, in every size!

So when Jack consulted the expert shop keeper on his project questions, I snapped some pictures to capture my amusement. No they don't have a nursery, but on the back they have some heavy duty equipment like table saws and drills. I also learned some names of tool manufacturers like DeWalt, Stanley and Bosch. On the cashiers counter, instead of candy bars and chewing gums, they have small flashlights and mini screwdrivers. These people really like their tools!

It reminds me of a luxury car commercial: Adults, are just like kids, with much much better toys.