Wuthering Chinese Food

When I was a child I absolutely detested Chinese food. With the exception of egg-rolls and fortune cookies, I thought it was horrendous, thus nights when my family ate Chinese food I just simply ate two egg-rolls, a fortune cookie or two, drank some milk, and then raided the pantry in about an hour.  Not because I tried it and did not like it but because white rice is bland and everything else has vegetables in it. It does not look like a 99% meat American entree so I am not interested; I mean, who actually likes all those weird vegetables with the odd sauce and such?

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I mean, that has brocolli and tomatoes and snap peas and weird corn-like things and mushrooms and some odd shiny sauce, among other things. Eghth, right?

When I was first given Wuthering Heights and told to read it, I was horrified. Based off what we had been told so far in class, I knew that it was going to be some stupid book about socioeconomic class and gender issues centuries ago that is completely irrelevant because we no longer live in Victorian England. Before I got into it, I complained to my mom and jokingly said that I was tempted to Spark-Notes Wuthering Heights. My mom's face transformed into a look of horror, and I quickly explained that I was just joking about Spark-Notes. Turns out, it was not Spark-Notes that had my mom horrified, rather, she was repulsed by my mention of Wuthering Heights. This only reinforced my fear and apprehension.

Some time a few years ago I decided to maybe give Chinese food a shot. I think the egg-rolls must have been low that day, and I was hungry with an empty pantry. For whatever reason, I actually ate Chinese food. Apparently that odd shiny sauce is actually rather tasty, the noodles are rather good, and vegetables are not as bad as they could have been (white rice is still bland though). Apparently, Chinese food is okay. It may not be my favorite, and I may not stuff myself as is usual for me at dinner, but it suffices when I cannot get my hands on anything whose contents is a bit less vegetable-ey, or at least more vegetable-ey in a way that I enjoy.

I had to read Wuthering Heights, sadly. It is slow, it has a lot of dialogue, and it is such that I cannot remember every detail and as such I keep messing up the reading quizzes. I do think it's overall content is dreary. But the odd shiny sauce - the diction and syntax and tone and the like - is actually pretty decent. I would much prefer something similar with less of the abnoying content in it, but I can bear it. Maybe next time I shouldn't judge a book by it's time period. Maybe next time I should give a book a chance even if it is on a topic that I either really do not want to spend time on or that I feel could be better discussed in a less droll way. For my independent reading, I am reading A Tale of Two Cities. Similar diction and syntax in the sense that even though the book is by a different author it was from the same era and region so the vernacular is the same and the syntax is similar. I am actually interested in the French Revolution, however, so I think I will actually rather like A Tale of Two Cities even though the warmest feeling I have to Wuthering Heights is that it is not a completely useless piece of garbage.

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Sesame Chicken is amazing. Why? Because it is covered in that tasty shiny sauce and has so few vegetables. I still do not like Chinese vegetables. I want my stereotypical Americanized Chinesefood (not like in that video though, just thought it went well with the phase). In this manner I do not fully appreciate Chinese food. In this manner I basically say, "tasty," and move on. But I want to enjoy food, not critique it (which helps explains why I like Taco Bell). I want to enjoy a book, preferably a book with few "vegetables," and not critique it. I am sure that there is some kind of symbolism going on in Wuthering Heights that I do not understand. But I am ok with that because I want to enjoy it as best as one can enjoy that book, by which I mean I do not want be using my glazed over mind as I  read it. I just want to enjoy that glazed feeling as best as I can (glazing is good).

In short, don't judge a book by its time period. Give it a shot, it might just make it. At least try to enjoy the glazing (eat a doughnut while you read perhaps?). And keep in mind that there is always a far, far worse book out there (and a worse food).