Taste The Sticks

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(Click the photo to enlarge it.) I smiled pretty big when I read this man's comment about my 'tasting the sticks.' It's true, we did learn to be 'locals' in many ways, ways I didn't always notice. I never consciously made the decision to 'taste my sticks,' but I must have picked it up watching my Chinese friends do it. (As opposed to only letting the tips enter your mouth like we do here more often with chopsticks.) I still eat the Chinese way with chopsticks.

My coworkers think it's gross I drink hot plain water, but I got used to it over there and found I like the taste of hot plain water better than cold. I didn't appreciate at the time how much cultural immersion can enrich your life in unnoticed ways.

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