A lineup of pigeons outside KFC
Lanzhou presents many of the amenities which Western China does not possess. One of those amenities is fast food. Personally I have a difficult time heading near one of these establishments, though as a teenager I once ate 4 big macs. Anyway, it’s a frightening development that as we head into inner China we end up using KFC’s as landmarks in the directions we provide our cyclists. Clearly Colonel Sanders has made a mark.
One could surmise that it’s the familiarity the Chinese have with smoking pools of fat (i.e. a hot wok) and the jokingly secret process of KFC’s chicken spice/frying process (I suspect all eleven secret ingredients are MSG) Or perhaps one could configure that Chinese Fried Chicken would never have made an appropriate acronym. The frightening aspect is that the ever motivated, active Chinese are at peril of becoming rounder because of it, and more boring.
A certain conclusion occurred in my mind when I was wondering down a back alley in Lanzhou, searching for a steaming pot of black fungus with garlic shoots, or maybe roast sheep brains. A nameless steel door flung open, peering in I could tell it was a KFC inside, the droid like employee let slip a bag of garbage from his hands onto the alley floor, eroding chicken pieces slipped from the bags mouth. Without pause a group of pigeons (which had been mysteriously following me for sometime) lined up at the bag and with communist zeal, picked up one piece of chicken each and proceeded to fill their low altitude bellies.
The conclusion dissolved as the pigeons finished feeding and flapped their wings violently in my direction.
One could surmise that it’s the familiarity the Chinese have with smoking pools of fat (i.e. a hot wok) and the jokingly secret process of KFC’s chicken spice/frying process (I suspect all eleven secret ingredients are MSG) Or perhaps one could configure that Chinese Fried Chicken would never have made an appropriate acronym. The frightening aspect is that the ever motivated, active Chinese are at peril of becoming rounder because of it, and more boring.
A certain conclusion occurred in my mind when I was wondering down a back alley in Lanzhou, searching for a steaming pot of black fungus with garlic shoots, or maybe roast sheep brains. A nameless steel door flung open, peering in I could tell it was a KFC inside, the droid like employee let slip a bag of garbage from his hands onto the alley floor, eroding chicken pieces slipped from the bags mouth. Without pause a group of pigeons (which had been mysteriously following me for sometime) lined up at the bag and with communist zeal, picked up one piece of chicken each and proceeded to fill their low altitude bellies.
The conclusion dissolved as the pigeons finished feeding and flapped their wings violently in my direction.
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Posted October 27, 2008 by Miles MacDonald
China | Ramblings |
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