The five rules to a successful marriage
by Wayne Chan
Last week my wife Maya and I went to a neighbor’s house for “Yappy Hour”. Yappy hour is a twice a month neighborhood get together where everyone brings their dog over as well as some drinks and treats (for the people, not the dogs) and socializes. We used to have “Kiddy Hours” where we’d bring our kids instead of dogs but we found it’s a lot easier to ignore barks than screams.
For our treat we decided to bring green onion cakes, or “Cong You Bing”. For those of you who aren’t in the know, Cong You Bing are little flour pancakes with sliced green onions that are then pan fried to a crisp perfection. Sometimes, I’ll add a bit of egg to coat it just for a little change of pace.
As I set the plate of Cong You Bing down and had a seat next to one of my neighbors, she asked me what it was that I brought and I explained it to her. She seemed intrigued, picked one up, bit into one and said, “Yum! These are great! So unusual!” I knew she meant it as a compliment, but it surprised me a little since I’ve lived in the U.S. all my life and grew up eating these at home and in many Chinese restaurants, usually on a Sunday morning, when they’re often served. I probably should have known better, since we were one of the few Asian (or minority) families in our neighborhood.
Still, I thought it might be fun to turn the tables a bit.
“Well Mary, I’m glad you liked ‘em. But you know, even though I grew up in the U.S., there’s a few things you guys eat that if you really think about it, is a little strange.”
I don’t know why I’ve always been a little uncomfortable saying someone is white or Caucasian. I guess it’s just easier for me to call them “guys”. Come on -
I was on a roll now. “Another thing -
I think the key is to always look for the commonalities that link us together.
At the end of my conversation with Mary, I had one last example.
“When I go over to some of my friends, in the morning, a lot of them will have scrambled eggs and add ketchup to it. That seems so odd -
What can I say? When you’re right, you’re right, Mary.
Still, at least you didn’t see me stuff all of it into little tubing and make them into little sausage links.