I Ate Donkey and I Liked It

I have pretty much settled into life in Dong’e County 东阿县.  Dong’e sits on the banks of the Yellow River or Huang He.  The Yellow River is the second longest in Asia and the sixth longest river system in the world.  I am lucky to have an apartment on the 24th (top) floor of a building overlooking the river and a beautiful park.  Dong’e County is made up of several small villages, of which I travel to two on Tuesdays to teach kindergarten in the countryside.  Total population of the county is 420,000 in 308 square miles. Definitely small by China standards.

The nearest big city, Liaocheng 聊城市, is about 22 miles away.  Liaocheng has a population of 5.8 million in 3,365 square miles.  The capital, of my province Shandong, is Jinan. Jinan 济南市 is about 60 miles from Dong’e and has a population of about 7 million in 3,157 square miles.  As you can tell, I live in a very small community. Now that you know a little about where I live, on to the “meat” of the story…..pun intended.

Dong’e is regionally and nationally known for the production of Ejiao 阿胶. Ejiao, aka donkey-hide gelatin or ass-hide glue, is obtained from the skin of the donkey by soaking and stewing.  Donkey-hide gelatin is made in other coastal provinces, but got the name Ejiao from Dong’e County. History tells that there is a well in Dong’e that was kept closed and sealed. It was only opened when water was taken to prepare Ejiao for the Emperor’s Court. I can actually see this well from my apartment.  Ejiao is considered one of the top 3 most important “herbs” in TCM, Traditional Chinese Medicine. For more info follow the link Ejiao.

Peter, my boss, also has a family business which makes wine.  They have several wines which contain Ejiao. Yes, I have drank them and no, it does not alter the taste of the wine.  If Peter hadn’t told me, I never would have known.IMG_20170223_182009

Okay, so Dong’e is known for production of Ejiao. I asked where these donkey’s are raised and are they raised only for their hide? Peter told me his cousin would take me to visit the donkey ranch.  This should be an adventure, I thought to myself, she speaks absolutely zero English and my Chinese, well, pitiful..  Having had dinner at their home earlier in the week, at least I had already spent some time with her and her husband.  She (I still don’t know her name) picked me up the next afternoon and off we went to the donkey ranch just outside of the city.  I have to say, it was quite nice and the donkeys seemed well cared for. After a few selfies with the donkey’s we headed back into town.  We stopped at a park, which I now overlook from my apartment, and spent a couple hours wandering around as there is an Ejiao Museum there.  I have no idea what she said to the guard at the gate, but we didn’t pay the 50 rmb entrance fee to the museum.  It was actually quite impressive.

Luckily, WeChat (a highly used app in China, since FB is blocked) does a great job of translating.  She was taking me to her place of employment, The State Grid, the electric company.  She wanted me to meet her co-workers (she had taken the day off) and then we would wait on her husband to get off work and we would go to dinner.  Seriously, my first 10 days in this town were feeding frenzies. After I met EVERYONE who works with her and took 100’s of selfies with them, we  finally were ready to head to dinner.

Here is where I get to the “meat” of the story…..cousin, as I call her husband, insisted we go for donkey for dinner.  Having just visited a donkey ranch, this didn’t sit real well with me, although it did answer my earlier question, do they only raise donkeys for their hide.  Evidently, no, they also raise them for their meat.  They finally convinced me to go for a donkey meat dinner and I would at least try it. There would be many other things to eat if I didn’t like it.  Off we go to the restaurant. Peter was meeting us there along with his high school English teacher. As we were were sipping our Ejiao wine and a little Baijiu, the food started arriving.  There was a beautiful plate of, if I didn’t know better I would have thought to be roast beef, donkey.

All I am going to say, and end it here…..I ate donkey and I liked, no, loved it.

Transitioning ~ Lessons in Baijiu 白酒

Transitioning ~ Lessons in Baijiu 白酒

I have officially been in Dong’e  东阿县  for one week.  It has been a whirlwind week.  Being the only laowai 老外, foreigner, in about 50 miles, I have created quite a stir.  Evidently, they didn’t expect a foreign teacher to actually move to the city as I don’t really have a job right now, although I am getting paid and have been given a beautiful apartment.  I am eventually going to be teaching English to children at an Activity Center on Saturday and Sundays.  Currently I have been to a Kindergarten and a Chinese Youth Training Center where I have given several demo lessons to children and their parents.  During these “recruiting” sessions, Peter, my boss, who by the way is new to the business, signs kids up for the program.  When will it start?????  I have no answer.  Truth be told, my main activity has been going to dinners with various people in the community so they can meet me.

Let me try to explain a Chinese Business Dinner.  Anywhere from 4-12 people sit around a giant lazy susan table.

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Lazy susan style dining

Massive amounts of food are brought out throughout the evening. The evening can last from 1.5 to 5+ hours during which you eat and drink baijiu, which I will address shortly, but first more on the dinner.  In many Chinese restaurants, tables are in individual rooms. Upon arrival to the room, no one can sit until the host arrives.  I was the “guest of honor” and there was a certain position at the table where I had to sit.  This position would be the center of the table facing east or facing the entrance to the room.   At your seat you will find you place setting which is shrink wrapped in cellophane. The setting includes a small plate, a small tea cup, a rice bowl, spoon and juice glass. A set of plastic wrapped chopsticks is separate.  Supposedly, they are shrink wrapped to ensure cleanliness. Unfortunately, this isn’t always the case.  So the first thing you do, after opening, is stack them plate first, rice bowl, tea cup, juice glass and spoon inside the juice glass.  Next you pour hot water or hot tea into the juice glass until it overflows into the teacup.  Dip your chopsticks into the juice glass, remove the spoon, dump the water onto the next layer and so forth, finally dumping the remainder of the water over the plate into the trash bin which is under the table.  Now that your dishes have been properly sanitized, someone at the table will pour everyone tea.shrink-wrapped-eating-utensils-01  Let the feast begin.  Your small plate is placed in front of you, but it is there to basically eat over and catch any droppings.  At a dinner in China, you do not fill your plate, but merely take food with your chopsticks from whatever dish is in front of you and eat.  As more and more food is brought out the table is rotated by people at the table so all dishes get around to everyone. Basically it is communal eating.  By now the host has opened the baijiu and has filled everyone’s juice glass to the brim.   At some dinners, the women don’t drink baijiu, usually tea, fruit juice or beer (pijiu 啤酒).  At my first dinner, everyone drank baijiu, the host brought a case.  The host and then various people around the table will give a toast to welcome you.  You will either clink glasses or touch the glass to the table and nod if the person giving the toast is across the table from you.  If you hear the word “ganbei” 干杯, this literally translates to “dry cup” and is the Chinese version of “bottoms up”.  The tricky part of the dinner is pacing yourself as you must continue drinking until the host is finished.

Per the blog chinaslostpanda.com:  “As crazy as it may sound to some people, drinking (excessively) is a respectable quality in China.

It is even integrated in the Chinese language itself. The word 酒品 (jiupin) literally means “alcohol integrity”, and to some extent is believed to reflect the 人品 (renpin) “personal integrity”.

Drinking in China is therefore an indispensable social ritual. Not among college students, but among mature, grown up men. The goal is not to get wasted (even though it is hard to avoid), but to show that one is trustworthy and upright”.

My first dinner was with the owner of several kindergartens in Dong’e, Peter, some teachers and 3 educators from Beijing who were in town to do a training with the kindergarten teachers.  Let me tell you, they could handle their baijiu.  After my first juice glass of baijiu, Rich, the owner of the kindergarten, saw me sipping and then said I had to finish in 4 drinks, or the next 4 toasts.  It was a record night for me, 4 glasses of baijiu and I didn’t fall down the steps when we left.  Needless to say, I was invited to dinners the next 4 nights, all which included baijiu.  Luckily for me, after my first glass of baijiu, I convinced my hosts to let me switch to red wine.

So, you may ask, what exactly is baijiu 白酒?  My usual response is, “its Chinese hooch or moonshine”.  Literally it translates to “white alcohol”  In fact it’s a grain alcohol made from one or more of the following grains; sorghum, glutinous rice, wheat, barley or millet. It can even be made with corn and peas.  Legend has it that the first baijiu was accidentally made from cooked sorghum seeds (still usually the spirit’s base grain) that were left inside a hollow tree stump during the Xia Dynasty (2100 to 1600 BCE). Baijiu comes in several aromas or fragrances. Frankly, I can’t tell one from another, of course maybe if I went to a baijiu tasting, if there is such a thing. Rumor has it that baijiu is slowly working its way into mixed drinks in the western world.  Baijiu is found in nearly every Chinese home and at 1.8 billion strong it is the best selling liquor in the world.

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I received a box of baijiu as a housewarming gift here in Dong’e.  The bottles, by the way, are beautiful.  I have transitioned to my new city and have had my share of lessons in baijiu….until next time…Ganbei 干杯

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The Middle Kingdom

The Middle Kingdom

I arrived in China August of 2015 and on Thursday I will be moving to 4th city I will call home, Dong’e City in Shandong Province.  I know very little about it other than it is a small city between Liaocheng and Jinan, closer by 60 km to Liaocheng.  I will be working in a Children’s Activity Center 2 days a week, Saturday and Sunday.  Leaving me 5 days off, I have decided to attempt another blog.

Zhongguo 中国 is what “China” is called by Chinese people. 中 Zhong, the zh is pronounced  “j”ong  国 gua, pronounced gwah, translates to central/middle kingdom.  Just in case you are interested, the USA is 美国 meiguo or “may gwah”  Please note I left off the tones, a Chinese character can mean at least 4 different things depending on the tone or stress, but since no one is probably interested in learning Chinese, I will leave it at that. Well, one side note,  If you have an ear for music, I think you have a better chance of learning Chinese than me, who got kicked out of the youth choir at church because I couldn’t carry a tune or recognize a note to save my life.

Back to China,  1.3 billion people living in 3,625,800 sq. miles. That’s 383 people per square mile.  China, a country you develop a love/hate relationship.  I love the food, well not really all of it, not the pig intestines or brains or even the chicken feet, but honestly there is really good food in China and no we don’t get fortune cookies, egg rolls, General Tsao’s or chicken chow mein here.  I do hate when I have to use a public restroom and yes, I have to squat 99.9% of the time.  That being said, you realize you have been in China a long time or too long when you need to use the public toilet and it doesn’t phase you to drop a deuce in a squatty. Like I said, it’s a love/hate relationship.  But something about the Middle Kingdom sucks you in and you fall in love with the good and the not so good………..

I have a friend, Barb, who I met on a cruise (full transit of the Panama Canal from LA to Fort Lauderdale), recently ask me if I have crossed the line and feel more at home abroad than Warren, Ohio. I hadn’t really thought about it and answered, well, maybe.  I have pondered this many times since she asked.  I leave you with this quote from Gilbert K. Chesterton; “The whole object of travel is not to set foot on a foreign land, it is at last to set foot on one’s own country as a foreign land”  Please feel free to leave comments and ask questions as I continue my next adventure in the Middle Kingdom.

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