I was invited to the southern end of Taiwan by a friend Chih-Fang, whom I know from the Bay Area. I boarded the bullet train at Taipei Main Station @ 8:30am. Train left the station promptly at 8:42 am.

The car was full of people in a happy and festive mood. Strangers and families joking with each other for the 1 ½ hours high speed ride down the island to Zuoying Station.

Chih-Fang and her sister Yi-Fang met me at the gate. I guess I was easy to spot- the only foreigner getting off the train. Chih-Fang explained the itinerary as Yi-Fang navigated the crowded and sprawling city streets. Family and traditional activities were the emphasis.
First stop was the family house in Kaohsiung where I was invited to the honoring the “House Foundation God” ceremony before lunch. The kitchen table was set up as the alter, with food, wine, incense and candles.

We burned incense and prayed. After which Chung Tai4 Tai poured wine and Chung Xian1Sheng1 burned the joss paper money in the front by the gate. I felt very honored to be included in their family traditions.

The offerings then became our scrumptious and delicious lunch including
Spicy and sweet cured sausage 香腸 xiāng cháng
Roasted pork 烤豬肉 kǎo zhū ròu
Steamed yellow chicken with preserved ginger 只雞斗酒 zhī jī dǒu jiǔ
Whole Fish fried 炒整条 chǎo zhěng tiáo
Braised Tofu 麻婆豆腐 má pó dòu fǔ
Fish cake slices 魚丸 yú wán
Tea-Soya cooked eggs 紅茶蛋 chá ye dàn
Stir fried vegetables 菜 飯 cài fàn
Rice noodles 炒米粉 chǎo mǐ fěn
Fish ball soup 魚丸湯 yú wán tāng
Home grown bananas 香蕉 xiāng jiāo
and tangerines 橘子 jú zi/柳丁 liǔ dīng
After lunch CF and YF took me to the British consulate and neighboring temple out by the harbor. At the top of a steep flight of stairs, it was a workout to climb all the way up!!

It was very beautiful and kind of old from the 1800’s. It was the first western style building in all of Taiwan. Lots of Taiwanese tourists taking snaps of the stellar view.

Then we went down into town and braved the crowds on the streets to go shopping. We drove out to the Chung family farm at a stately pace of ~55 mph. Along the way we passed rice paddies, banana fields, papaya groves, tobacco fields and scores of tomato fields.

Fallow fields are planted with flowers of all kinds. Just really beautiful, verdant and lush.

The roadside vendors have stalls of fruit: rose apples-蓮霧 lián wù (a reddish pear-shaped fruit), dragon fruit 火龍果 huǒ lóng guǒ (lurid pink magenta with greeny yellow spines), green lumpy sweet sop/chirimoya- 番荔枝 fān lì zhī, pink guava 番石榴 fān shí liu, green guava 扒拉 bā lā- to name a few and vegetables of all kinds and tubs of various pastes in lurid colors –green tea, red bean, orange pineapple, purple ube.
Out in the countryside the Chung family compound is sprawling, with old and new buildings juxtaposed. CF’s family home is part of a duplex shared with another uncle. The aunties are wrinkled and friendly, hanging on the doorstep, chatting happily in Hakka (a minority dialect local to the area), while they pull together bunches of greens plucked from the fields out back.
CF and I borrowed some bikes and wandered around on the back roads by the fields for a while, stopping to look at one of the family plots.

I recognized cauliflower 花菜 huā cài, squash 瓜 guā, tomatoes 番茄 fān qié, snow peas, chives 蝦夷蔥 xiā yí cōng, pumpkin 番瓜 fān guā, cabbage 甘藍菜 gān lán cài and lettuce 萵苣 wō jù to name a few. Of course there were others that I didn’t recognize. The sunset was a vivid red peach in the haze which was medium bad today, slightly obscuring the rolling hills in the distance. I feel like I’m in one of those watercolor paintings.
The place is spacious and has an interesting mix of wood and tile. My bedroom- the “guest room” is warmly finished in wood with a old fashioned futon in the corner and sliding rice paper doors. It’s elegantly Spartan, with a futon like “cement” which makes me so happy I could almost cry. It’s in stark contrast to the unbearably soft mattress that I have in Taipei. I immediately make up my mind to find a futon as dense as this one, for my back. I only hope my snoring doesn’t keep everyone awake.

In the morning CF and I got up early ~ 5am (Jet lag still) and ate dragon fruit (火龍果 huǒ lóng guǒ ). Chung Tai tai showed me how to prepare it. Apparently you peel it like a banana- if you can't, it's not ready. Wow, it was so delicious, sweet, creamy with a kind of tangy taste. Way better than the first one I tried in Hong Kong- which was kind of like eating sturdy cotton wool with kiwi seeds sprinkled in. Now that I know the secret I'll be sure to buy more of this fabulous fruit.

CF and I got the bikes out and went on another ride around the fields, only it started raining. We decided to keep going coz it wasn't too bad just lightly sprinkling. Well we got pretty far out and then it started pelting down so hard that I had to wipe my eyelids to see properly. We ducked into CF's cousin's place where they have a massive passion fruit (百香果 bǎi xiāng guǒ) vine trellised over an arbor. Knowing my love for passion fruit CF's cousin presented me with a bag of early harvested passion fruit. Yum! Just as we were borrowing umbrellas for the ride home. CF's dad showed up in his truck with umbrellas and instructions from CF's mom to return post haste for the trip to the temple. It was pretty tricky riding holding an umbrella, especially trying to turn corners and brake but we made it back intact.
At the temple, the traditional offerings of meat-pork and chicken, fish-dried squid, noodles, cake and rice wine were placed on the alter. Then we burned incense and placed sticks in various points around the temple. CF's family is very devout and donated money to the temple for the coming year. In addition CF's Dad asked for my protection and success in my endeavors to learn Chinese in Taiwan. This time I helped burn the joss paper money in the courtyard.

After temple CF and her dad took me on a tour around Meinung. We saw people harvesting the long stemmed field greens that are only found locally. They are really long and planted in ponds, so the workers wear high chested long waders in the deep water. We stopped by a local pottery studio next to an earth god shrine, where local monkeys come from the jungle down off the mountains behind to raid the alter. Nestled into the side of the green mountains and covered with mist you could imagine it way back in the 1700's when it was first established. The pottery studio was very interesting with local Hakka style earthenware pottery. It's very powerful, and I think the local artist seems quite famous for large installations.
Then we stopped by a local Hakka artisan village to look at crafts- they're especially renowned for their wicker and umbrellas. Of course I had to stop and sample the local snack of crispy deep fried giant mushroom chunks. Bliss! Crispy out side, firm yet succulent mushroom inside, coated with a spicy salt. How could something so simple be so amazingly good?

Then we went to a local restaurant that serves Hakka style food. There were 9 of us so we were able to sample all the specialties. We had
Zhu1 jiao3- soy cooked pigs feet
jiang1 se1 chou3 da4 chang2- pig chitterlings cooked in ginger and vinegar

jie2 ji3- drunken chicken white cooked in wine
Bian4 tiao4 thick spicy rice noodles
Ye lian- long stemmed field greens like the ones we saw harvested earlier
Gao li tsai braised cabbage and winter melon
chao cien zhou ro stir fried salted pork
stir fried squid
pickeled turnips
and of course steamed whole fish
We ended the feast with pickle cabbage soup
you can see that as the meal progressed I was les interested in getting the tones/names and more interested in getting stuffed!
wow sooo good
han bao la, hao chi
Tired and stuffed but very happy I headed back to Taipei. What a great weekend and an amazing privilege to stay with such a welcoming, warm, and happy family.