I remember being a little taken aback the first time I saw the thick slices of butter that are wedged into bao in Hong Kong. They don’t sell ‘em that way in the U.S. But the thing that really makes me nostalgic for the city are those split-second shots of Hong Kong milk tea. The soft bite of intense, darkly brewed English tea cut with the comforting sweet of condensed milk is pure heaven to me–Hong Kong in a cup. It’s enough to make me want to make my own at home…
Food nostalgia aside, there’s plenty to love about this segment. You go, Mrs. Chan.