Culinary Adventures in Davis: Hunan

This actually happened quite a while ago. And I've actually been to Hunan before, but that was before they relocated way the hell away to across the street. Now I don't know much about Chinese food other than these two things 1) I enjoy it and 2) it makes me feel like I am one with over 1 billion people. I like to fit in.

I am not Chinese, nor have I ever been to the People's Republic, but I do have a lot of Chinese friends and have actually attended a real hot pot. However, attending one or even a couple of hot pots doesn't make me an expert. For all I know, Hunan could be the Taco Bell of Mexican food. Being from So-Cal, I am pretty familiar with Mexican food. So if you didn't know already, Taco Bell does not meet the minimum requirements to be classified as Mexican food. I'll probably talk about that more in detail one of these days.


Since my last visit was not really within much of my memory's grasp, this review will be pretty short. My conclusion: I like. Gerald recommends. I know, pretty helpful for anyone who is serious about the culinary arts out there (shoutout to Albert Tseng if you're reading this. But if you aren't reading this, then the shoutout goes to a much better friend of mine, Rachel Ray).

That's Adam.

Though you can't see him, that's Jacob.

Another thing...

So I forgot to mention that I'll be posting more blogs since it's summertime. Also, I have a lot of pictures from the end of the school year that I will be blogging about, so this is kind of gonna go back in time a bit. Stay tuned!

Just miles away.

It's been a while, yet again, since I last blogged. But now it is summer and I have all this free time to not worry about school. I decided to spend some of that time cache that I had set aside for summer to blog some more. I was really excited to blog for some reason. But I hadn't any ideas of what to talk about...until I went upstairs and saw the sunset outside.

For those of you who don't know, I'm in Minnesota right now. We moved here last summer. My house may be in Minnesota, but my home is San Diego, if you catch my drift. Aside from the lack of diversity, lack of friends nearby, lack of suburbias and cityscapes, and lack of Pacific Oceans, everything is okay. I will say, though, that it can be beautiful. We have a lake in our backyard, and our house gets a nice view of the sunset. When I went upstairs, I caught this magnificent site. The sky was a giant tapestry of colors. Greens, reds, yellows, and purples, smoothing and fading into darkness as it grew farther from the horizon. The lake reflected the sky with the surrounding trees silhouetted between it and the firmament.

Yeah, it was a site to see, but I feel like Chris Martin said it best...
"The sky could be blue,
I don't mind.
Without you it's a waste of time.
Could be blue,
Could be gray,
Without you I'm just miles away."

I miss home.

What do you miss?