Thursday, May 23, 2019
Catfish in the Bathtub
Catfish in the Bathtub Response As you walk in past the brown hazelnut colored door, the feeling of Chinese herbs fill your nose and like each other(a) Asian house, theres a shoe rack right when you walk in the door. Around dinner time, the meter long table would be filled with foodsome looking edible while some makes you want to rust it to the dogs. Sometimes the food would be pig bed blood and colorful made into a soup or chicken feet.To me, I dont feed in that stuff and if I had a decision you would see me running to the nearest fast food restaurant for something I considered normal. But its one and only(a) of my parents favorite dishes, so its usually made often and thus giving me the feeling of wanting to throw up every time I see it. However, to every else thats just like me Americanized, it would probably be gross. I mean who would want to eat pig liver and blood or even chicken feetwhere it looked like a legit foot chopped straight off from a chicken just seasoned, co oked, and flavored.But to top it off, universe from a Chinese family also meant that anything that was considered weird was not accepted, so since being a left-handed person/writer, have multiply piercings, and so many other things was thought to be weird. For my sister, she started off being a left-handed person, so my mother would slap her hands when she was little to make sure she would write with the priggish hand. Of course nowadays, being a left-handed person is normal, but before my parents didnt believe so.But now that my parents have been living here in the coupled States for some time now, they have become more Americanized and have let go of some of their cultural traditionswhich, at times I am joyful of because now I dont have to worry about being the straight A student or being perfect at everything. But in the end, despite all these weird traditional food and Chinese culture this is who I am. No matter if its having dishes like pig liver and blood for soup or chick en feet on the kitchen table, this is my familys catfish in the bathtub that I end up living and stay on by.
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