Sweet Memories Are Made of Food
In the 70s, a Hong Kong chubby girl used to devour every street delicacy on her way home from school: hot pancakes laden with peanut butter, curried fish balls, fried stuffed chillies, dough sticks, grass jelly, chicken feet, pig’s blood…pickled papaya. She could eat four plates of fried noodles without the worries of calories and cholesterol . Those food hawkers gradually vanished from the streets of Hong Kong as she grew up.
Now living in an island called Yell, as the only Chinese resident in the north of the Shetlands , those memories remain sweet .
This is my first book written and illustrated by myself in the Chinese Language.