Peking duck

January 11th, 2014, 6pm

It was 14.4°C with overcast. The breeze was brisk.

It all started in Hong Kong, where my cousins and I gorged regularly on dim sum: pork buns, mango pudding, dumplings of every conceivable variety. Alas, when we attempted to recreate the experience in Boston’s Chinatown, the restaurants were all too authentic; none offered evening dim sum. So instead, we indulged in fatty, sweet, savory duck, passing dishes and rolling pancakes and thinking that we’d found a pretty good substitute.

David Wade and Christine said thanks.

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Sarah Shemkus

Shore-dweller, cheese-lover, writer of things.

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