For some reason I keep thinking about going to Shatin with my late grandma when I was little. She went for the temple and I for the fried tofu. It was when Shatin was country and still had natural springs and great tofu. Well, it is a huge high rise suburb of Hong Kong now. No more great tofu. These are for grandma.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Fried Tofu
For some reason I keep thinking about going to Shatin with my late grandma when I was little. She went for the temple and I for the fried tofu. It was when Shatin was country and still had natural springs and great tofu. Well, it is a huge high rise suburb of Hong Kong now. No more great tofu. These are for grandma.
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