"WHAT?!!! WHY NOT?!!" was my response.
Crawfish sold in Nanjing late last summer were found to have a type of fungus that made people ill- lots of hospitalizations. None of my relatives want me eating crawfish this summer.
This was devastating news! Crawfish is one of my favorite foods. I daydream about it weeks before my flight back to China. Everytime I return, I usually gorge on them until I become slightly allergic (blisters on my lips).
In my mind, I tried to substitute crawfish with other yummy foods like xiao long bao (Shanghai soup dumplings), mushrooms, durian, spicy grilled chicken satay, lychee, hand-pulled beef noodles, sesame balls.... I was all over the place.
But I felt an emptyness. I'm now scheming to persuade my maternal grandmother to buy some.
In my head, I can already hear my begging, "Just one? Please just this one time! Puhhh leeeze grandma! Grandma I love you! Please just buy crawfish this one time?"
This summer feels different already. It could my epicurean adventures or it could be the internship that I start in a week or maybe I'll get deported due to visa issues?