Sunday, June 3, 2012

The dreaded meat bins

Sometimes I wonder, if I ever go back to the states and want to get a job, what would I say?  What are my qualifications?  Right after I graduated, we moved to Asia.  I know I have mad jewelry skilz, I escorted Mrs. Cheney through the pearl market in Beijing.  Hmmm, what else?  I can navigate the most hostile traffic snafus in a minivan.  I've picked up enough Chinese to tell people to leave Boo alone, yell at drivers who want to run me down in the crosswalk, and haggle over prices in the market.  I can look the other way when a child is peeing in the produce section of the grocery store and get on with my business.  And, most importantly, I can provide food for my family under the most extenuating of circumstances.  I can't adequately describe what it is to shop in the grocery stores here in Chengdu, so I put together a little visual for your pleasure.  Without further ado I give you the meat bins.    

Now, because youtube is in a frenzy over Veggie Tales copyright laws, you may not be able to view this in the U.S.  Hence, the back-up dropbox option.

I've determined that to navigate the meat bins takes real skilz, and anyone able to make healthy, non life-threatening meals for their family in Chengdu is worth their weight in gold.  So take that future employers.


mkt said...

Wow! and Eww! I think that might just push me over the edge to vegetarianism if I had to shop for meat like that.

But glad to hear you guys are still surviving! You all look great!

Nicole said...

Oh my gosh that song is hilarious. So perfect for your video. And the meat bins... well not so hilarious. Beef balls urinating? what? I've never heard that one before. You are worth your weight in gold, Lori, if not more!!!