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| afficher les commentaires completsafficher les commentaires résumésMy eighth Chinese New Year since manryirg into a Vietnamese-Chinese family. The food consisted of: roast pork Chinese style (little cubes of crackling with pork attached), stuffed chicken wings (dont ask me how my sister-in-law did this, as I wasn't there at the time), boiled free range chicken (including the feet and head), a delicious salad made of shredded chicken, daikon and carrot all sort of pickelled, and a bunch of more mundane stuff.The highlight as usual was burning the heaven money and burning incense to the ancestors . My father died in 1982 but my wife (who never met him) obtained a photograph, and as he is the patriarchal ancestor, he has pride of place in the family altar before which is displayed a feast of roast chicken, pork, fruit etc and several small glasses of wine. Ever since, on every Chinese New Year my agnostic Dad sits in a Confucian heaven surrounded by my wife's monolingual Chinese and Vietnamese ancestors.But he always loved Chinese food and his only complaint (I...
My eighth Chinese New Year since manryirg into a Vietnamese-Chinese family. The food consisted of: roast pork Chinese style (little cubes of crackling with pork attached), stuffed chicken wings (dont ask me how my sister-in-law did this, as I wasn't there at the time), boiled free range chicken (including the feet and head), a delicious salad made of shredded chicken, daikon and carrot all sort of pickelled, and a bunch of more mundane stuff.The highlight as usual was burning the heaven money and burning incense to the ancestors . My father died in 1982 but my wife (who never met him) obtained a photograph, and as he is the patriarchal ancestor, he has pride of place in the family altar before which is displayed a feast of roast chicken, pork, fruit etc and several small glasses of wine. Ever since, on every Chinese New Year my agnostic Dad sits in a Confucian heaven surrounded by my wife's monolingual Chinese and Vietnamese ancestors.But he always loved Chinese food and his only complaint (I imagine) is the small size of the wine cups.
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