by becca of pleasant pheasant
this post is part of the dumpling a day while i'm away guest blogger series. i'm in hong kong right now so i've gotten some awesome bloggers, photographers, and writers, to showcase delicious dumplings. if you're interested in being a dumpling guest blogger, send me a note at yeh.molly@gmail.com. yay!
in the past year i've gone through, oh, about five thousand million dozen eggs. i've poached them under my master poacher mother's supervision, baked them at midnight for a noshie eggboy, soft boiled some rainbow beauties that were fresh out of the hen, scrambled them as slowly as possible with the best most freshest chives available, and gone through many many kinds of fancy salt in all different colors. one would think i've made a good egg.
but upon taking myself on a morning date to the hokkaido dairy farm milk restaurant, i realized the answer was, 20 years ago, right in front of my four-year-old-bowl-cut-self: fluffy white bread with the crusts cut off, hilarious amounts of butter, and milk. 3.6% fat milk, to be exact, says robyn.
hokkaido's egg sandwich is approximately one of the best things i've ever eaten. it's better than australia dairy company's version. it's better than the super bougie eggs i spend too much money on at the farmers' market.
it's sweet, fluffy, buttery, eggy yumminess sandwiched between two slices of the most pillowy soft white bread you ever did meet. it's large. large enough to feel bad about also ordering the peanut butter stuffed french toast (but not that bad, because, hey, when in honk honk?) and large enough that you need to use two hands and be extra careful that you don't make a mess, lest some valuable egg get away.
eating a hokkaido egg sandwich is almost like eating a slice of new york pizza. the grease just runs down your arm and it is one happy moment.
-yeh!
this post on hokkaido was brought to you by jet-lag. it's thanks to jet lag that i was able to be the first customer of the day and avoid the usual long line.
thank you, jet lag, i love you, jet lag.
here's a slideshow from my first full day in honk honk (hover for captions):
on the way from kowloon, where my hotel is, to hong kong island.
can you taste it??
aziz, my tour guide and boss for the week, at city hall for dim sum.
my favorite part about this dim sum was the black sesame soup. i must learn how to make it!
after dim sum, aziz and i took the escalator further up the island to begin a hike.
the hike begins!
i was too shy to introduce myself, but here he is.
eggboy likes cranes.
complete with two shopping malls, obviously.
hong kong island and kowloon, across the river.
aziz told me that if a girl is ditzy, she is "so er." "er" means "two" in mandarin... like the two that i'm making with my hand in this pic. hehe.
a colorful wall.
i think that's the back of hong kong island.
it just occurred to me that this year marks seven years of being friends with aziz!
heading back down the island.
on the trolley of doom. that thing gets nearly vertical. never taking it again.
taking the mtr back across to kowloon for indian food!
greetings from 4-in-the-am hong kong after waking up from a bad dream about the night's watch and staying up from jet lag! jet lag is poopy. i should have listened to my gut and taken a benadryl so that i could have slept through the night. but i didn't because part of me was afraid of sleeping too much and not having enough time to practice the gong before boarding a boat that one of aziz's friends chartered for the afternoon.
so i figured out my eating plan for the next week (it includes shengjian bao, which are like pan fried soup dumplings. i think. and peanut butter stuffed french toast!) and then i got an email from eggboy telling me about the 1000 pounds of soybean seed that he just picked! and then i called him on facetime, doubtful that it would work because i thought that both people had to be on wifi, but that's wrong and it totally worked! and i got my very first glimpse of eggboy in a tractor!!!!!! it was the coolest thing ever. he had dirt all over his hands and his tractor was pulling this big thing and the land went on for as long as the eye could see and he even had a cute little thermos with soup made by eggboy mama.
it made being jet-lagged totally worth it! (says the me that isn't yet falling asleep on a boat later today.)
and now i am going to try to go back to sleep and dream of dumplings dancing in a field of soybeans.
-yeh!
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