-----------------------Having lived in California most of my life, it has been interesting to see things change with the seasons here in China. One main street nearbywas lined with shrubs one day, straw-bundles the next. Ironically, I had never noticed the bushes until they were wrapped in straw, so I have no idea what they are.
... but seeing this sign going up just around the corner from my apartment floored me.
This is high praise coming from someone who hated duck as a kid after watching what I considered family pets slaughtered for dinner...
The duck is cooked in such a way that the skin is brown and crispy, and the flesh inside tender and juicy (sorry, vegetarians). The duck is carved in bite sized shingle-like pieces and put on a platter, and served with thin crepes about the size of small corn tortillas. Each person got a small dish with a dark tangy sauce and some sliced shallots. The diner dips the duck in the sauce, puts a few pieces on the crepe along with a couple slivers of shallot, wraps it up, and attempts to eat it without squishing the sauce out all over the fingers. The chef then takes the rest of the carcass and makes it into soup which is then served. Waste not, want not.