After months of telling the same story in all my emails, I can finally show you my greatest source of pleasure in Xi’An: meet the popcorns.
Made from rice, as pretty much everything here, they taste like “Smaks” (the cereals) or anyway, any cereal bar you’ve eaten with puffed rice. A little bit sweet, a little crunchy, they are the closest things to cereals I have here.
But that’s not why I get so crazy about them. I go completely crazy because if you want them, you have to follow your instincts and by that, I mean the ear. Because you see, while you put your poor little popcorns in the microwave here in Xi’an we do it “streetstyle” (?). I can’t explain it – I’ve tried so many times though- but I can’t.
You just have to see (and hear) this.
And I love that I find these little things in China, because that’s what makes it China. And I love that I have to listen to the sound of the explosion to know that somewhere near, there’s someone making popcorn!