We went to friends’ place for the lunch this Sunday. Before I got to their place, my mouth was already watering, thinking that we were going to have “Shao Ji Gong” (a kind of spicy chicken stew using rooster as a main ingredient), which I only tried once in my life back to 1998 or 1999 in Chongqing when I went to visit my boyfriend’s parents ( that boyfriend had been upgraded into my husband soon after ).
One of his best friends treated us in a restaurant with Shao Ji Gong, which was very popular around that time. I couldn’t remember what it tasted like, as to me the food from Sichuan almost taste the same at that moment, all very hot, looking reddish, being covered with half plate or bowl of oil, red peppers and chillies, rich in flavours and making you sweat. However, I remembered the name, a funny name to call rooster. It sounds more like a dish to cook SOMEONE (similar to Lao Gong) instead of cooking an animal.
Well, our lunch was very delicious. Our friend, the talented cook and hostess from Chongqing, absolutely embraced Sichuan spirit in her cooking. I ate a lot, claiming myself being someone “eating for two” and doesn’t give a damn to weight gain, as well as a way to show my appreciation to the cook’s fantastic work. The rooster meat, unlike what I have thought before being tough and bony, was very nice and tender. It was a satisfying meal for a warm Sunday in the early summer time. I kind of enjoyed rubbing my already pointing-out belly after the lunch and just not wanting to move much around.

That was what I did when we went out to the park in the afternoon practising golfing. I was wearing a black felt hat (kind of fedora style) given by our male host and just sat there in the park looking at another 3 persons swaying the clubs, either hitting the balls, or NOT, or watching the balls flying into nowhere or disappearing in the bush. I was not even fetching the balls. It’s an interesting thing to observe how people response to their first try. I wondered at my age, if I would ever develop my interests towards something after getting a lot of frustrations rather than successful experience. It takes a lot to have self-control to just focus. In terms of that, I really admire our host. He is very persistent and I just felt quite guilty for us being not good companies of him after about only half an hour’s practising.
Anyway I took a photo of his historic golf gears. According to his wife, he dug them out from his father’s garage. I reckon it must have something in there way too much than what I can tell.
