“Here, smell this,” my husband Alan said the other night when he came home holding a paper bag.
I looked at him skeptically as he put the sack to my nose.
“I brought you a surprise,” he said. “Don’t worry. It’s …
Last week, I wrote about my obsession with pan-fried chive buns that developed on an eight-week trip across northeastern China.
Once I got home, I set about trying to recreate the buns that had captured my fancy on the streets of Beijing, ...
Like most food obsessions, mine began innocently enough.
On my first morning in Beijing, I stepped out of my guesthouse into the bustle of a serpentine alley.
Amid the scurrying shoppers, honking taxis, and bell-clanging bicycles, I stopped …
