The Kumkuat Korner

I haven't really traveled anywhere this month so I thought I would write post about things that interest you guys. I received a private message from a friend who always reads my blog about dragon fruit. What does it taste like? Why are they white? More importantly, how does one peel the fruit? I will be writing a step by step process of dragon fruit and what it taste like. I will also try to incorporate a video (Still trying to figure that one out.) So what about you? Is there a topic you'd be interested in reading about? Send me a message or write a comment below with any inquiries. As always, Zai Jian!

It's relatively easy to say that supermarket in China are just like the ones in the U.S. Heck, I've been to supermarkets in Mexico AND France and its pretty much the same thing there too. While there are a few differences here and there, the basics are still there. Imported produce and also pricier. You go in, find what you need, buy it, leave. Of course 95% of the things that they carry are China brands. They do have things from other countries like Pocky from Japan, and American candies like M&M's, and even Ferrero Rocher and it's expensive. I doubt anyone buys it. The vegetables here are cheap. Most are locally grown and are sold straight from the harvester to the Supermarket. One of the differences about supermarkets here is that no food ever gets thrown out. It may have mold or lost some leaves, or old, but it will get sold...at a lower price too. People actually look out for these old "clearance" produce especially the older generatio...

Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Allan. Allan was seven years old and everyone ignored him. His parents ignored him, at school his teachers ignored him, and he had no friends. He was a very lonely boy. One day on his way home from school, he found a small grey bird crying for its mother. Allan picked up the small bird with careful hands. The bird snuggled up in Allan’s hands for they were warm and it was the beginning of a harsh winter and soon, snow would come. Allan decided to take it the little bird to his house and take care of it. Months passed and no one knew about the slowly growing bird in Allan’s room.  It was a secret that only Allan and the bird held.  Everyday, when Allan would get home, he’d run up to his bedroom and lock the door behind him.  His parents never paid any close attention to their son’s new behavior. They were too busy with their lives.   But Allan didn’t care. He was the happiest boy in the world. ...

As I go through other people's blogs, I ask my self, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO BLOGGERS?!!! The majority of bloggers have stopped writing and checked in to reality (the non-internet type) . Its a shame really.  Some people who I had subscribed to have not written since 2011. And the most recent post was from 4 months ago!! Oh no. This will not do! We must take Blogger back, (and their little puppy too)!  Minions My fellow followers.... UNITE and WRITE!!!!  (Hey, that rhymed!)