Xiaohu, my eldest son, speaks in haiku quite often. The anaconda in this case was a long Chinese dish, stuffed appropriately. My fearless, snake-consuming son was unfazed - perhaps emboldened by the grimness of the name of the dish.
The jaozi [approx. jow-tzer] are from Spring Festival - home-made, as in the team effort that makes it such a good family event. The photograph brings back happy memories, much like the haiku to which it is linked in this haiga. Perhaps little anacondas, jaozi are just as tasty and rightly hold a place in the pantheon of Chinese food.
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Xiaohu, my eldest son, speaks in haiku quite often. The anaconda in this case was a long Chinese dish, stuffed appropriately. My fearless, snake-consuming son was unfazed - perhaps emboldened by the grimness of the name of the dish.
The jaozi [approx. jow-tzer] are from Spring Festival - home-made, as in the team effort that makes it such a good family event. The photograph brings back happy memories, much like the haiku to which it is linked in this haiga. Perhaps little anacondas, jaozi are just as tasty and rightly hold a place in the pantheon of Chinese food.
Toodlepip,
Hobbes
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