I’m fake, you’re fake, we’re all fake…
Yours truly has lived in Asia for a dozen years and eaten foods he never imagined, but dirty cardboard masquerading as tofu inside steamed buns - that gets me, er, steamed.
Isn’t it enough that a night on the town can mean washing down fake yangrou chuan’r with fake booze, then rehydrating with fake water?
Can’t the criminals leave our buns alone? Seriously, if we are what we eat (and drink), I guess we’re a bunch of poseurs.
And yes, before someone advises me to stop crying over my spilled (fake) milk, fakes are not limited to China.
(By the way, how long before these are being served up in restaurants? Maybe it’s time to get back to the land.)
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guess what: turns out that it’s not the baozis that are fake, but the report about the baozis being fake was fake … my head hurts, I’m so confused. I need a fake gin and tonic.
And now it turns out that it’s a fake article about the fake buns! Oh, the irony!
http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/asiapcf/07/18/china.health.fake.reut/index.html
@ M-Dawg – I’m always confused, welcome to the club.
@ Meg – See above note to M-Dawg, if you are, in fact, the *real* Meg.
Boyce