Year of Pig and Lantern Festival and a cup of Tea.

So the Tear of the Pig whom does seem to care for people and is open and soft to what you may want from them.Tears years,fears you must have a heart to know these things, and in not being destroyed maybe get stronger.

The Lantern Festival finishes off the New Year celebrations, and in New Zealand was pretty much unknown until the new wave of immigrants from China Taiwan Singapore and Hong Kong started coming in.
Not wanting to support this, initially ,because it seemed natural to reject an identity that was assumed in a meeting that had less to do with race than the moment, and even if it was Chinese or Asian origin products,nevertheless the exchange had to be on mutually understood terms.I really have lots of interest in products from China, yet cannot talk for all the products of China nor all of its practises.Surely people can see what an ernormous place that country is, and that even people in a town may have their own ways of doing things.There is everything from eating dogs to most who do not, as well as a few famously monks and Shaolin whom do not even eat meat.

I hold off from drinking tea,got inspired by some Ezine writing of the virtues and pleasures of drinking various kinds of tea.
But as you know I am writing.So soon, I will have one.I hope this writing is going somewhere.

I think my father's life was shortened because he started drinking fruit juice instead of the copious cups of green tea he also used to offer to lovely customers in our shop.Actually, without that, you could say that his diet was extremely unhealthy,tasty but mostly a BBQ diet.There was Roast Duck,I know you are supposed to rest it, chefs say, but I know what I know when I used to grab some just out of the oven.Then there was marinated roast spare ribs.Yum with marination of Ginger, Garlic, Soy sauce, Salt, and sugar.Ithink sometimes there was plum sauce, other times hoisin sauce, and if rarely there might have been Yenin sauce from a rare Yenin fruit.Oh ah Dark or thick soy, which is a molasses of soy rather than the runny ones can be used if a darker richer flavour is wanted.

In the old shop, 41 years ago, this would be enjoyed with whichever visitors turned up, and eaten in front of an enormous fire.Talk was, I think politics, or all sorts of things done recently, and remarks on foilbles seen in others.I dont know, when the guard is dropped, and respect flows, all sorts of things can be listened to and talked about.Those today, who are so clever just seem to have stopped this ebb and flow of human nature.They will probably have to go back to peace, at an ashram under intensive meditation or some thing.

Tea, Oh yeah.Hot and feeling great.