Hello Andrea
Weird Asian Food I
Promotional item handed out downtown. Their slogan was "Celebrate Chinese New Year the Wong Wing Way".
Why didn't my family think of exploiting our last name or our chinky-Chinese cooking earlier? After all, we are already the butt of so many jokes, why not create yet another, and make a little profit as a result?
In case you're interested, we did eat these. I felt a little strange consuming them, but not for any sort of food snob reason (I'm not above eating frozen food, but it's so expensive and tastes worse/ only as good as things I can make fresh); I felt decidedly disconcerted by eating something branded with my own name. This was my _Chorus of Mushrooms_ moment! In that book, author Hiromi Goto writes about the Tonkatsu family eating their name--in that case, yoshoku-style pork cutlets, otherwise known as tonkatsu. Only, somehow my experience didn't result in a sudden awareness of my hybrid identity--it made me feel like I was being given away free, in frozen boxes, to the anonymous office workers and mall shoppers walking through Yonge-Dundas Square.
Weird Asian Food I
Promotional item handed out downtown. Their slogan was "Celebrate Chinese New Year the Wong Wing Way".
Why didn't my family think of exploiting our last name or our chinky-Chinese cooking earlier? After all, we are already the butt of so many jokes, why not create yet another, and make a little profit as a result?
In case you're interested, we did eat these. I felt a little strange consuming them, but not for any sort of food snob reason (I'm not above eating frozen food, but it's so expensive and tastes worse/ only as good as things I can make fresh); I felt decidedly disconcerted by eating something branded with my own name. This was my _Chorus of Mushrooms_ moment! In that book, author Hiromi Goto writes about the Tonkatsu family eating their name--in that case, yoshoku-style pork cutlets, otherwise known as tonkatsu. Only, somehow my experience didn't result in a sudden awareness of my hybrid identity--it made me feel like I was being given away free, in frozen boxes, to the anonymous office workers and mall shoppers walking through Yonge-Dundas Square.