There aren't many things I miss about Canada, friends and family aside, although even they are doing a relatively good job of visiting; it feels like there are people here more weekends than not, although that's probably my afore-mentioned lack of Me time speaking rather than reality. One thing I do miss is hot sunny summers, but I should suck that up because at least this way I don't get life-threatening winters (but oh, I miss the sun).
The other thing I miss is the Gold Stone Noodle House. I would say I miss Chinese food in general - I do - it sucks as much in Belgium as it sucked in France and Italy (actually Italy wasn't so bad, there was one place in Milan and one place in Turin I was pretty fond of). But emotionally, what I really, really miss is the Gold Stone.
I miss their chicken and chinese mushroom chow mein, to be specific. I miss it to madness. The noodles were so crispy around the dish and so tender in the middle, and it wasn't too greasy though it was absolutely unwholesome. Noodles here are always too limp or greasy, or else the restaurants are Thai and use peanut oil. And the chinese mushroom - I can still remember my first chinese mushroom, which coincidentally I had at the Gold Stone in a chicken and chinese mushroom chow mein. I can remember how springy and exciting it was, how rich the taste and texture . . .
I'd only started eating non-hallucinatory mushrooms at all about six months before that when I'd been doing my third year in Florence because I'd thought they were gross looking. I was such a fool. I knew that already before I had my first Chinese mushroom, and after I had my first Chinese mushroom I became even more devoted to making up for the first 20 years of my life I'd wasted not eating non-hallucinatory mushrooms. Fuck me, it was good. I could really work myself up into tears over how I don't have the Gold Stone a five minute bike ride away anymore, so time to go to work.
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I think that mushrooms aren't something most people don't get into until they're older. It's a hard taste/texture for children to like...I know that's the case with me. Mmm..remember the mushrooms at Sugarplum's wedding??
ps - one of my uncles in The Netherlands was a mushroom farmer but he's retired now. Cool eh?
I love mushrooms and have since I was young. The only time I remember picking mushrooms out of something was when my mother always added a whole CAN of mushrooms to her spaghetti sauces. Canned mushrooms - now that's a texture that takes getting used to. And I didn't even really hate them but they were just everywhere. But fresh mushrooms fried with a bit of salt and pepper are always delicious no matter what kind you have on hand. Mmmmm.
I'll have some for you just to piss you off. You miss me right?
I cannot wait for some mushrooms in the Netherlands, Mel.
We almost always fry them with soy sauce now instead of salt. It's like frying them with concentrated salt. Except with pasta, because for some reason I abhor the taste of soy with pasta.
Dale, if you had some, it would actually make me feel better. That way I'd at least know someone who was enjoying it and could get some vicarious kicks. And I would miss you, but somehow it feels like you're already here!
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