So here I am in Beijing. Even just after 3 weeks, it’s
been one helluva ride. This city is a whirlwind of excitement and activity and
I’m lured in by everything I can see. And of course, eat.
I always knew that mainland Chinese food would blow me
away, though of course I was never to know the extent. Being Malaysian Chinese, I think of Chinese food staples as rice and
noodles. Here in North China, they are very much a noodle and bread bunch. In
literally all shapes and sizes.
Shaanxi province, west of Beijing is China’s noodle
specialist. Cast away any preconceptions that noodles are long, thin strips –
in Shaanxi they can be wide, flat and short, rough blobs that look like play
dough or tiny cubes. And made from all types of wheat/flour/bean/legume!
