I know, I know.  “Another post?” you ask.  “So soon?”  This one is short and sweet, promise, so no need to get too concernicus.  Now, as I’m sure you deduced, the food here is often not prepared to the health standards of the homeland, so often Molly and I don’t eat anything that…well actually we mostly just don’t eat anything.  But at our new school (or really anywhere in China) this attitude is seen as marginally offensive (back in Hohhot, they’ve more or less given up on shoving food down our throats).  So since this is a new kindergarten and is not yet fully operational, the kitchen is rather lacking (although not to Mom’s standards.  When she saw it, she was mostly impressed by the hot water coming from the sinks.  Apparently that’s all one needs in a kitchen).  So our first dinner in Beijing, the teachers took us to a street corner and ordered us this little sliced perfection:

It was some kind of tortilla thing with egg, buffalo sauce, sweet and salty seasonings, cilantro, and onion.  Actually pretty good, and it’s a traditional food from Southern China (which is probably why we’ve never tried it because in Hohhot we eat traditional Mongolian food.  Which means there’s a lot of boiled meat and lamb, two of my new dislikes.  If Boiled Meat and Lamb had facebook pages, we would not be friends.  If we were friends, I would discreetly read all of their statuses and think to myself how much better my life is compared to theirs, like I do with most of the people I dislike but must be immature and delusional about our relationship).

Also, sinks.

Almost all sinks in China have the Ever Present Plug.  To plug one’s sink, one must simply turn the convenient disk to cover the gaping sink hole drain.  To empty the sink, one must simply turn the convenient disk to it’s awkward trapped position over the gaping sink hole drain.  BUT IT NEVER FALLS DOWN THE DRAIN!  Weird.