Looking for My Roots

About every six weeks, I take the boys on a field trip to China, also known as Arcadia.  I am the whitest Asian you will meet but these little outings remind me of where I come from or at least what I ate as a child.  Food, if anything, often defines much of one's culture so we go eat dim sum and then go to the 99 Ranch Market to pick up some Asian goods.  It's about as much exposure that they will get to being Burmese/Chinese... I figure some is better than none.