My gal is finally feeling better and can now go shopping. For the past couple of months it has been yours truly walking down the aisles, searching, backtracking and asking store staff where items are located. At the checkout counter (finally) I was always asked the customary “paper or plastic?” Still in a state of confusion, as if I had just escaped a maze, I would reply, “Oh, I don’t care. I’m ‘bi-sack-ual.’”
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Over time, and trips, I discovered there are a lot of food items coming from China — from Mandarin oranges to most frozen fish. Even if it says Pacific salmon, the Pacific stretches all the way to China.
After one particularly loaded trip (not me, the back of the car) I sat down, and using my best Madera High math calculations, figured if 200 million Americans “just say no” to buying just 20 bucks worth of Chinese food, that’s a billion dollar imbalance a month in trade in our favor. That works out to almost 10 percent of export losses for China. “What’s that honey? Sure I can stop by and pick that up for you.” Well, it looks like I’m going to start buying American right now.
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I knew Donald, and Daffy, but on one of my first trips to San Francisco as a kid my step-mom, Gail, introduced me to Peking Duck — the famous dish originating in Nanjing and served to the emperors. I haven’t perused the delicacy on any menus lately. With the Chinese capitol’s name change I guess Beijing Duck doesn’t sound so appetizing...