Ex-Pat Living: Enjoying What We Can, With Whom We Can

Ex-Pat Living: Holiday Dinners

Making The Most of What We have… I’m Thankful

As we here in America prepare for Thanksgiving (or Thanksgivukkah, as many are calling this historic instance), we wish all of our expat friends abroad, a happy and memorable dinner of unknown ingredients and mixed families.

I wrote earlier this month about our unusual international conglomeration of a Thanksgiving holiday, complete with Iranian Bubble-gum flavor ice cream- a first for that I’m sure- and a delicious rice plov dish that everyone raved about. We did have turkey, thanks to help from the US Embassy (via the former ambassador). But that was about all that was ‘traditional” American. And the fact that everyone kept finding expats who were on their own, gave us one of the best memories of all- the endless expanding table!

I was really pleased to see in this morning’s Washington Post newspaper a story highlighting expat holidays and what a struggle it is to feel connected to a holiday being celebrated by family members thousands of miles away.

Here is the story in full, just as it was printed this morning. For those of you who are already on the day of celebrating, Happy Thanksgiving (and/or Hanukkah) to you all.

By Debra Bruno, Expat Freelance Writer/ Contributor to the Washington Post

http://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/style/thanksgiving-as-made-in-china/2013/11/26/adab1730-55e3-11e3-ba82-16ed03681809_story.html

Published: November 26

BEIJING — Crisco. I couldn’t find Crisco. But that wasn’t the only challenge in trying to put together a Thanksgiving feast in Beijing.

Expat Thanksgiving feels like both a patriotic duty and a stave against homesickness, and I’ve always risen to the occasion on this most American of holidays. When we were expats in Brussels, you had to know a guy who sold turkeys out of the back of his dry-cleaning shop. Looking back, that Belgian celebration seems like a piece of gateau.

And now we approach our third Thanksgiving in China. At this point, we know not to take anything for granted.

Let’s start with shopping for produce. How do you know which vegetables are not coated in pesticides? Even choosing “organic” produce is not exactly a guarantee of safety, since we’ve seen reports that organic farms in China have also used pesticides and human waste. But the good news is that the Chinese love their fruits and vegetables, so there’s never any trouble finding Brussels sprouts, sweet potatoes, green beans and apples, adulterated or not.

And turkey: The ever-resourceful Chinese have figured out that they can make a heap of money off Americans looking to snag a Thanksgiving turkey, so in the weeks before the end of November, boulders of rock-hard frozen imported birds appear on the counters of the meat shops in Sanyuanli, a covered market popular with expats. When I went to the market to buy my turkey, I asked for one from the back freezer, not the one that had been sitting on the counter and was starting to feel squishy to the touch. I paid a shocking 331 yuan, or $54, for a turkey that barely reached 14 pounds. That’s far more than what American shoppers are paying. But this bird, which hailed from Moroni, Utah, (by way of a company called Norbest) had made quite a journey to thaw inside my Beijing refrigerator.

Besides outrageous prices for imported items, shoppers at Sanyuanli also have to be comfortable with a certain aroma. Some might even call it a stench of meat that, while not actually decaying, has been ripening on the unrefrigerated counters of the market since the early morning. (For the record, I’ve had probably more than a dozen dinner parties in the Middle Kingdom so far, and my record is perfect: no poisoned guests.)

I’ll admit I came close to an incident this past summer when I boiled a dozen eggs that either had rotted or were fake, since some Chinese entrepreneurs have figured out a way to make money by selling fake eggs. These food forgers actually made eggs out of wax, gypsum powder, and calcium carbonate for the shell, and resin, starch, and pigments for the white and yolk. I’m fairly certain the stench of those eggs is gone from the apartment by now.

Safety issues aside, not everything is available, even in the grocery stores that cater to Westerners. There, you can find butter imported from New Zealand and France, all-purpose flour and canned pumpkin from the United States, and ground cinnamon from Australia. But there are gaps. This week I read a plaintive cry on an e-mail listserv called Beijing Mamas that said, “Has anyone seen French’s fried onions around? It’s one of those unique ingredients that I only need around Thanksgiving for a green bean casserole.” The only answer this poor woman got was that she should have brought some from the United States or made her own.

I found canned cranberries (Ocean Spray, 19.90 RMB, or $3.27), Brussels sprouts, heavy cream, butter, green beans, thyme, parsley, rosemary, and marjoram, most of which is now dangerously crammed inside my small refrigerator, alongside a defrosting turkey and the stock I made for the gravy. A single enthusiastic tug on the fridge door could turn into an ugly mess.

There are other kitchen-related issues that make preparing a meal for 15 or so a challenge. My stove has three finicky gas burners that don’t seem to understand the concept of “simmer.” My counter space is about the size of a legal pad. The “dishwasher” is a patient cleaning lady who comes in twice a week to clean up our messes and rearrange drawers and cabinets so that nothing is where I left it.

As for the Crisco for the pie crust, I’ve spent the better part of the past three days traipsing around to three fancy markets and a half-dozen stalls in Sanyuanli, usually so reliable. As I wandered around, I kept showing storekeepers what I thought was the right translation for shortening: “su you,” defined as “shortening (type of fat used in cooking food).”

“Bu zhidao,” most of them said to me. Or “mei you.” I don’t understand, and I don’t have it.

Finally I encountered a man who spoke English. “Shortening?” I said. I showed him my translation.

“Oh,” he said. “Crisco!”

“Yes!” I said.

“We don’t have it.”

So I took the advice of a friend and bought “margarine de caisson,” French cooking margarine, instead. On this Thanksgiving, there will be pie.

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Bruno is a freelance writer based in Beijing.

Email the Writer (Post) style@washpost.com; Subject: Reader feedback for ‘Thanksgiving, as made in China’

 

 

4 thoughts on “Ex-Pat Living: Enjoying What We Can, With Whom We Can

  1. This is interesting. My sister was out of the country last year and it was hard on everyone. But, the nice thing about Thanksgiving is that the tradition is malleable and you can celebrate it pretty much anyway you want. Happy Thanksgiving to you.

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    • And to you Thomas!

      So true- you’re comment is spot on! I hope your sister is home now and able to appreciate the day with family. And to realize how much she was missed!

      I was away for 10 years and have had a variety of dinners- some “weirder” than others, but always with people who wanted to know about the meaning, or with other expats (not always American).

      Sharing with others allows us to express how much family and friends mean to us, and that, after all, is the real celebration isn’t it?

      Thanks again for sharing- I wish you the best this week too!

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    • You’re right, Lynne. It’s interesting how many substitutes there are once you really get creative.

      In Azerbaijan we used to ask for “ghee” which I believe is the same in most of the Muslim countries that I have been to.

      Some of the conversions work better than others, but there is usually something that can work. It just reminds me that being flexible and creative are necessary to success in unfamiliar environments, don’t you think?

      Thanks for sharing today!

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