There are buns and there are buns. The kids love Ro bao; they eat it a lot for breakfast. Sometimes we even go all out and make them from scratch. Yeast risen dough, cut up in small pieces, filled with a pork, ginger water and scallion mixture, and streamed until done. Good eating guaranteed.
I have eaten many Chinese buns, not to mention pain au chocolats, croissants, the real German Kaiser rolls, foccatias and such. So I am a experienced bun eater.
We spent a couple days in Beijing and in a Hutong we found a place when you can buy very cheap buns from the Gan Su province in China. If my chinese is correct these sesame buns are called Lan Zhou Muo Muo. Fried in oil to crisp up the outside, inside warm and soft, flavors like cumin, lao yuo, and scallions fight for dominaton. Serious deliciousness. Heaven disguised as a bun. My wife ordered one for me, I just had one delicious bite before we had to load ourselves in a cab. Getting in a Beijing cab with my long and wide frame is a challenge to say the least, add a fully loaded backpack to the mix and a disaster is about to happen: I dropped the bun.
There are levels of sadness in a human being and this one rose to the top very quickly. I felt that just as heaven was in my grasp, it slipped away. Providence intervened, though. The cabbie did not want to take us to where we wanted to go, so we exited the cab within 50 meters.
The 6 Yuan burned a hole in my pocket to get me two more. Never mind the tourist group blocking the pavements, creating a serious overcrowdedness on the sidewalk. I must have set me a world record 50 meter dash. Or was it 50 meter steeple chase?
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