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Kung Hei Fat Choi, y’all

It’s Chinese New Year — the Year of the Rabbit — though I’ve read that ‘rabbit’ should really be translated as ‘hare.’

Phun Phact: rabbits are not indigenous to the UK. They were brought here by the Romans for food (as was the ground elder that is utterly pwning my garden. Fucking Romans).

The hare, however, is native and fairly common around these parts. We narrowly missed hitting one that darted into the road in front of us one dark and stormy night. Big, lean, rangy beasts — almost dog-like.

Anyoo, Won Hung Lo!


Comment from Mark Matis
Time: February 4, 2011, 12:35 am

Are you SURE that won was hung lo?

I mean, if you DIDN’T hit it, he was probably moving fairly quickly, and you DID say it was a dark and stormy night. Or was he REALLY hung that lo?

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: February 4, 2011, 12:36 am

Rabbit Love Affairs

People born in this year can be great partners in relationships. Romantic and sweet, faithful too, rabbit people never lack of suitors. They are in extreme need of trust, security and tenderness in a relationship and are really happy when they manage to create an intimate and relaxed atmosphere. When the rabbit person does the planning, he/she is happy calling the shots and will expect his beloved automatically be on the same wavelength. In case the partner’s behaviour becomes erratic or hurtful he/she withdraws into your shell. Sometimes this person really believes that everything is fine and these relationships are strong and solid, but careless remark or impudent behaviour can suddenly place serious doubts in his/her mind.

Rabbit Compatibility
Compatible with : Ram, Pig, Dog
Less Compatible with : Rat, Rabbit, Dragon, Ox, Tiger, Snake, Monkey
Least Compatible with : Rooster, Horse

Comment from EZnSF
Time: February 4, 2011, 3:30 am

I hate Chinese New Year.
The women I work with are from outside Hong Kong and make this steamed rice with boiled eggs, soybean/peanut, dead toe-jam juice, balut, banana leaf tamale like thing.

IT’S DISGUSTING. And lunch. Twice a year! (the other is Dragon Boat Festival day.)

GAG Hay Fat Choy my ass.

Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: February 4, 2011, 3:57 am

So what about the asymmetrical Chinaman?

Comment from Elphaba
Time: February 4, 2011, 6:20 am

To think…were it not for the Romans, Beatrix Potter would have not had any models available for Peter, Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail.

Comment from David Gillies
Time: February 4, 2011, 6:33 am

Vegetable: well I’m Year of the Cock (yeah, you better believe it, baby) so I guess I better stop dating bunny rabbits.

I might stir my indolent wallet into attending Chinese New Year at the really upscale Oriental hang-out here in San José. It’s a blast. They have drums and a dragon and the whole shebang. The kids go nuts for it (plus the food is sublime.)

Comment from The Jannie
Time: February 4, 2011, 7:09 am

With my limited knowledge of oriental culture I surmise that the year names are just different entries in the lunch menu.

Comment from JuliaM
Time: February 4, 2011, 9:22 am

That’s going to make 2012 a bit difficult, unless it’s a case of ‘first, buy your ticket to Komodo Island’…

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 4, 2011, 12:30 pm

We went into London’s Chinatown for a meal one year without realizing we’d turned up on Chinese New Year. Dragons in the streets and drums and the whole bit. It was way cool.

Rat here. Uncle B is a Tiger. I had a Chinese shopkeeper lecture me on the perils once. “Oh, rat woman, tiger man — very difficult!”

Comment from some vegetable
Time: February 4, 2011, 6:48 pm

Mrs. Vegetable is DRAGON! (But don’t tell her I said so, Okay?

Comment from Doug!
Time: February 4, 2011, 7:06 pm

What’s kind of embarrassing is that all day I’ve still been writing the Year of the Tiger on all my checks.

Comment from Nina from GCP
Time: February 4, 2011, 9:37 pm

I was born in the year of the monkey. Figures. Guess I’ll send the kid to get dinner at Panda Express tonight, eh?

Comment from Frit
Time: February 4, 2011, 9:45 pm

Heee! Year of the Tiger here…my Ozzie husband is year of the Dragon! And we get along wonderfully! *happy ferret dancing*

Comment from Subotai Bahadur
Time: February 5, 2011, 1:17 am

I am a Hare. Wife is a Dragon. Worked out a lot better than my first marriage where my wife was a Tiger. Mind you, she was more than a little bit Squirrel and a lot female Dog, too.

In any case, happy 4709 [we’ve been at this a tad longer than y’all (family is from South China), and there are a couple of thousand years of an older calendar before this one].

Time: February 4, 2011, 3:30 am

Sounds like “Jungdze”. [No balut, thankfully. That’s Filipino and not Chinese.] But it is good stuff. Tomorrow the we are going to Denver for Lion Dancers and Dim Sum and may order some. Then Sunday there is the Clan Feast. About 40 family members trying to outdo each other in cooking. I am doing Peking Duck.

No drunken debauchery. We leave that to the amateurs on January 1. And we take two weeks for the holiday.

Gung Ho Fat Choy to all of the Weasel Clan

Subotai Bahadur

Comment from mom of girls
Time: February 5, 2011, 1:21 am

What does a rabbit say?

We’d ask older daughter that when she was a wee little thing. She’d answer by scrunching up her nose like a rabbit.

Comment from EZnSF
Time: February 5, 2011, 4:37 am

@ Subotai

No, Jungdze is NOT good stuff. It’s one of those ancient foods that is more tradition than edible. But I play the good-guy and eat it with a smile. I much prefer just about everything else they make me try. Loves me Cha siu bao in the morning. There’s a guy that sells Filipino food from a ‘roach coach’ outside my office building. Fell in love with Pork Tocino breakfasts. Made a batch of it yesterday. Who knew rice and soft eggs went so well together that early in the morning.

Gung Ho Fat Choy

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