asian fair
Saturday, May 20th, 2006so i went to an asian festival in SF. it was kinda cool. but how do i feel about going there and how do i feel about what i saw and experienced? ummm right now, nothing really.
i found that although older asians (some specific asian cultures are more so than others) are rude with no sense of “personal space,” or they bump you as you are standing there, surprisingly enough, i didn’t encounter that today. there is hope for my race! Joke. it’s just cultural differences and it has to do with population differences … blah blah blah… so on and so forth.
i started thinking about how cool it is to be an asian american - more specifically, a filipino-american. if i wasn’t or if i were … say…. a 6th generation, i have a feeling that i would not even dare try the grossest chinese, filipino, korean or whatever dish. luckily i’m not. shit, i’m not even first generation. my nephew and niece are and i’m glad that they love adobo and lumpia.
being a “zero” generation asian-american exposed me to dishes that are non-american / non-mcdonald’s / non-olive garden dishes. i think that being exposed to really cultural gross (according to the american standards) filipino food gives me my courage to try and experience other culture’s food.
it might look gross and it might smell gross and i might be gross, but it’s damn good. but by not being open to at least trying something grody looking, a person can totally miss out on something heavenly.
i would hate to miss that taste of heaven.
