“Duck fat.” Daw Lin said. “Duck fat?” “Yes, they wave a pot of hot duck fat around to make you think something good’s being cooked. And then you’ll come into their restaurant.” I didn’t believe. Daw Lin unabashedly conveyed her bias against other ethnicities, usually related to stereotypical professions. Outrageous, simplistic as they were,… Continue reading Duck Fat
Meanders of the Imagination 