Marinara Monday
I mentioned in a previous post that I like marinara sauce with Uyghur bread. I make the sauce once a week with powder sent from America and tomato paste from China. Always on Monday. Truth be told - its the highlight of my day.
I never ate breadsticks in America. I didn't have anything against them, but where there are breadsticks there is usually pizza. I focused on that. There is no pizza here...well, there is a Pizza Hut in the capital of the province, Urumqi, about 5 hours south of here.
Why then, this Marinara Monday? If you ever had Uyghur bread, you might understand. Uyghur bread, called this because of the ethnic minority group that makes it, is baked in a coal burning cement cylinder. The bread is slapped against the inside wall of the oven. The breadman pulls it out and flips it during the process. My favorite place is on the way home from school. The wall-eyed breadman serves up one yuan (13 cents) bread around six oclock as i am leaving school everyday. Its hot and soft and he puts diced onion in it. He always smiles. Betty and i eat a piece as we walk home every monday. Today our plastic bag was giving off steam because the weather was so cold and the bread was so hot. Oh! simple joy.
I never ate breadsticks in America. I didn't have anything against them, but where there are breadsticks there is usually pizza. I focused on that. There is no pizza here...well, there is a Pizza Hut in the capital of the province, Urumqi, about 5 hours south of here.
Why then, this Marinara Monday? If you ever had Uyghur bread, you might understand. Uyghur bread, called this because of the ethnic minority group that makes it, is baked in a coal burning cement cylinder. The bread is slapped against the inside wall of the oven. The breadman pulls it out and flips it during the process. My favorite place is on the way home from school. The wall-eyed breadman serves up one yuan (13 cents) bread around six oclock as i am leaving school everyday. Its hot and soft and he puts diced onion in it. He always smiles. Betty and i eat a piece as we walk home every monday. Today our plastic bag was giving off steam because the weather was so cold and the bread was so hot. Oh! simple joy.
