Some Foods I've Eaten in China

Pig intestine soup.
Chicken on a stick.
Bread on a stick.
Fish on a stick.
Pea flavored ice cream.
Chicken gizzards.
A fried fish. (if that doesn't sound strange, its because you are assuming it was prepared in more ways than just catching it and frying it. be as minimalist as possible when imagining this fish.) (oh and it was on a stick)
korean bbq (awesome)
chao fan (fried rice)
chao mian (fried noodles)
Chips Ahoy cookies.
bananas.
tangerines.
tiny fish soup (it is soup with whole tiny goldfish-like fish in it. may or may not have been alive prior to boiling)
jiaozi. baozi. shalomba. and a million other things that ultimately means dumpling.
gelatinous bean noodles.
hundreds of cups of tea.
water.
gatorade.
solidified chicken blood.
KFC.
Fried chicken from the street guy.
various mystery meats selected at random from restaurants that only use traditional characters. (dog?)
sushi.
pizza in which tomato sauce was conspicuously absent, but did include corn, beef, pepper, cheese, and some kind of green pepper.
calamari.
RICE. LOTS OF RICE.
Oreos.
Magnum ice cream bars.
mushrooms that look like noodles.
slivers of mold and spices.
potatoes.
chicken bone soup.
mapou dofu (delicious spicy tofu)


I can't think of anything else right now, but my language partners have decided to introduce me to new foods, because they feel like I havent experienced chinese food yet. I'll let you know.

I'm beginning to take notice of a bunch of Chinese cultural things. They are all really hard to express in writing. I suggest reading this book my mother gave me called River Town. So far, it is dead on. Here is an excerpt about the Chinese honking car horns:

"They honked at other cars, and they honked at pedestrians. They honked whenever they passed somebody, or whenever they were being passed themselves. They honked when nobody was passing but somebody might be considering it, or when the road was empty and there was nobody to pass but the though of passing or being passed had just passed through the driver's mind... They did it so often... pedestrians were so familiar with the sound that they essentially didn't hear it. A honk in [China] was like the tree falling in the forest- for all intents and purposes it was silent."