A series of 3.
Number one: the traditional breakfast shop.
A stroll through the city with Sally, my stepmother. Taipei (well we’re in the ‘burbs, technically, but the same holds true) is a really beautiful mix of modern and traditional, lush and green and modern city.
The place is simple, with a short-order cook in the front with a grill and steamer.
And a counter at the front with traditional buns, dumplings, and savory pancakes.
For drinksies, they have a big vat of fresh soymilk and (my new LOVE) rice milk with PEANUT POWDER. Like if you could drink peanut butter. Heaven!
I mainly had that for my brekkers :D Pork dumplings are a bit much for me at 8 am.
The next day we went to this rather bizarrely named Western/Asian breakfast chain:
After the NYC airport? Odd, odd.
Also odd, the menu:
Burgers and subs for breakfast. Sally wanted me to try these:
Traditional wheat wraps, not unlike tortillas. They break an egg on them and wrap them with filling, in this case ham:
I had a wee section, but even though it’s closer to American breakfast, I am just not a meat-for-breakfast-er.
“Caix milk?” I asked Sally and she looked strained and said it was kind of like oatmeal.
I took off the cover to this:
Sweetish and vaguely oaty… sure enough, at the bottom:
Finally, today, CONGEE! Or as the Taiwanese call it, chi fan.
With dried pork and leftovers. Hahaha, I ate the rice!
More culture: the oldest temple in Taiwan, Lungshan (Dragon Mountain) Temple:
They seriously pay attention to ceilings here.
People praying with incense:
Kitty on a dragon column!
The temple was divided into sections for each respective god and their blessing. Most fascinating was the section for the god of students.
Everyone brings in their exam registration cards (the papers with the faces on them)!
Also, see all the green onions? The words for “green onion” and “diligence” are very similar in Chinese, so they are a traditional offering. So cool!