I had a lovely morning. First I went to the Lama temple, which is the largest Buddhist temple in Beijing. I will spare myself the embarrassment of describing my experience there, but will say that it involved an absurd amount of incense, bowing, and lots of shmutz on my pants. The temple was really nice, but the real discovery was the
hutong behind the temple. A
hutong is basically a shanty town--they are knocked down every day as Beijing becomes more and more modern. Still, there are quite a few of these, and I took a few pictures of the narrow alleys.
I couldn't get a great shot because the alleys were too narrow, but I think this gives a sense of the living conditions.
The major discovery of the day was a little restaurant serving hand pulled noodles! I was so excited, as I love noodles, and have had a surprisingly difficult time finding freshmade noodles in Beijing.
This man is skimming noodles off of a block of dough, which rests on his shoulder, into a bubbling vat of water. As a result, the noodles are of a thick, irregular shape, and delightfully filling.
After the noodles are boiled for a while, they are put in another vat filled with soup, beef, and bok choy.
A woman at a nearby table who requested I take her photo. I wish I'd taken a photo of the guys at my table, who were really nice and asked me what I was studying in China.
The final product: absolutely delicious noodles, probably one of the best meals I've had during this time, and it cost about forty cents.
I had a lovely morning. First I went to the Lama temple, which is the largest Buddhist temple in Beijing. I will spare myself the embarrassment of describing my experience there, but will say that it involved an absurd amount of incense, bowing, and lots of shmutz on my pants. The temple was really nice, but the real discovery was the hutong behind the temple. A hutong is basically a shanty town--they are knocked down every day as Beijing becomes more and more modern. Still, there are quite a few of these, and I took a few pictures of the narrow alleys.
I couldn't get a great shot because the alleys were too narrow, but I think this gives a sense of the living conditions.
The major discovery of the day was a little restaurant serving hand pulled noodles! I was so excited, as I love noodles, and have had a surprisingly difficult time finding freshmade noodles in Beijing.
This man is skimming noodles off of a block of dough, which rests on his shoulder, into a bubbling vat of water. As a result, the noodles are of a thick, irregular shape, and delightfully filling.
After the noodles are boiled for a while, they are put in another vat filled with soup, beef, and bok choy.
A woman at a nearby table who requested I take her photo. I wish I'd taken a photo of the guys at my table, who were really nice and asked me what I was studying in China.
The final product: absolutely delicious noodles, probably one of the best meals I've had during this time, and it cost about forty cents.
5 comments:
if I were skimming noodles off that block of dough, I would eat half of them before they were cooked. would that be lethal?
nice blog.
Yay! Jennifer loves my noodles!
YUMMY! Thank you for the high resolution. I clicked on the bowl of soup and stared at it longingly for five minutes.
i can practically feel those soup noodles between my teeth before i begin to chew. MMMM. Do they use msg? Can you show us where this place is? Cathy
Mmmmm, yes please. Noodles are good. The shanty town reminds me of an experience I had in Ghana where I went into this tiny building and there were about 20 kids crowded around one television set. Such a different world.
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