Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Tough times...

For the poor, tough times ahead means eating fast food every day.  For the rich, it means buying less houses and diamonds.  For the pregnant maman, tough times mean alternating between heartburn and nausea every waking hour.  
For two weeks, we travelled through mid-west USA where prime beef is on every menu and you can't escape the french fries and mashed potatoes as sides.  I love beef.  I do.  But for that two weeks, I was tortured every time I had to go to a restaurant for lunch or dinner, and only order a soup or salad.  Don't get me wrong, I am not on a diet.  Hell, no.  I just can't smell, taste, chew or swallow any parts of a cow during my pregnancy.  So, soup it is.  
I tried every soup there is in South Dakota, Wyoming and Colorado.  There is always the trusty chicken noodle soup, vegetable and beef soup, tomato and basil soup and... an occasional treat - roasted red pepper and gouda soup!  That was during dinner at the Old Faithful Inn at Yellowstone and I must say it blew me away(surprisingly).  
Right now, I want nothing more than to slowly slurp a steaming bowl of Qiu Lian Mee Hoon Kueh.  Or the Zhen Bu Tong mee hoon kueh or even the one at Creative's staff canteen where I used to frequent while working at Sony.  I want that clear soup tasting of ikan bilis and pork, with a cracked egg trickily  manoeuvring its way around the noodles, then slowly diminishing the green kai-lan in the bowl with my chopsticks, and of course, dipping the tender pork slices into what I love best - the chilli dip.  Every time I finish a bowl of mee hoon kueh, satisfaction slowly radiates from my tummy into my brain - sending me waves of happiness that only a bowl of mee hoon kueh can. Does this sound crazy?  Well, I suspect only a preggie can write about mee hoon kueh like this.

There is no way I can locate a bowl of mee hoon kueh in mid-west USA but I had to eat chinese food.  There is no chinatown where I live now, so I am acting the part of the  deprived pregnant woman.  C'est normale.  During the road trip, we drove past more rolling hills and mountain ranges and the only big city we encountered was Denver.  Everywhere else was small-town USA.  There were probably more cows than humans where we went.  Eating chinese seemed like a pretty bleak forecast.
After days on end of meat, soup and potatoes, salvation presented itself in Cody(big cowboy town) and another small town in Wyoming(which we drove past and I don't even remember the name).  Cos the towns are so small, it is very easy to spot a billboard with chinese food.  There is usually just one chinese restaurant in town anyway(I doubt two would survive the competition).  Usually, they are called Dragon's Beard Restaurant, Great Wall Chinese Buffet, or simply Hong Kong Chinese Restaurant.  
Both restaurants churned out superbly good chinese food and I ate as much as I could, or rather, as much space as my baby allowed me to fill in my tummy.  Home-made tofu, black bean paste chicken, beef hor fun, char siew fried rice...food that I had not tasted for a really long time.  And they actually taste authentic too!  As good as I can get back home!  I really wish I could find a chinese restaurant that good in Quebec soon, just so I know there is always an escape route if I needed one.
The chinese food experience was kinda weird in Cody.  Just after polishing off our meal, we headed to the historic Irma hotel built by Buffalo Bill for his daughter, to watch a gunslinger's show.  Basically, it is  a show of cowboys shooting up the sidewalk with a saloon in the setting and some sultry barmaids thrown in for the effect.  I think the tofu and char siew did a jump each time the guns went off.
At an unplanned stop in Deadwood(the Las Vegas of the Cowboyland), we had an excellent walleye fish with garlic mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables at the Frontier Club, and that simply blew me away.  I thought that by then I am done with mashed potatoes, but this one went all the way down to my tummy in no time.  =)  
Officially, my second child is due 9 April 2010, so technically, I am in my 10th week of pregnancy.   From my previous experience, the tough times should subside as I inch towards the second trimester.  I wish Singapore Tourism Board would bring Makansutra festival to Quebec and line the streets with hawker food. Oh, how I wish...!!!!  Hopefully, in a month's time, I can eat normal, and not gag every time I smell food heating in the microwave. 
Meanwhile, the only way I can get through MY TOUGH TIMES is probably to make my very own mee hoon kueh this weekend.  ;p

2 comments:

  1. sweets, why don't you start a Singapore Mankan Festival in Quebec? That will be the first! x

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  2. Yeah, there are plenty of biz opportunities here in Québec, I can start anything and I am sure it will be a hit!

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