A Hard Day
As the title suggests, today is what I would call a hard day. After being in Xingtang for a week and a half, we finally had to deal with a small issue that had been growing increasingly troublesome. It may sound simple, but basically our generous hosts served for us at every meal more than we could ever eat. Now, we understood that our hosts are being generous, and serving a sufficient amount of food is one very important aspect of their ‘duty’ as host. But the problem was that, at the end of the meal, usually only half of the food (or less) was eaten! Our hosts would also implore us to eat more (as is Chinese custom, I have been told), but even when we obliged their requests a little we still couldn’t eat much more. Today was hard, because it became obvious over the course of the meal that our Chinese hosts were a little hurt by our inability to eat all of the food served to us. I call it a hard day because it was an extremely uncomfortable situation, knowing that our host was being generous, and we were trying our best to be kind, but the difference still arose. We finally talked to one of the hosts about it, who seemed quite surprised because she had thought that we didn’t like the food because we weren’t eating all of it. So, hopefully, after talking a little bit, we’ll be able to come to a better understanding.

July 21st, 2010 at 6:03 pm
Hi Liz,
I found your blog today (surfing net during my break time at work)
! I’m gonna follow your adventure from now on.
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This blog reminds me of how I felt when I was in Shanghai. It was the exact same situation and I had similar response. Every Tuesday, we had lunch together (students and the language teachers) and the eldest one always ordered an abundant amount of food. She loved to give us a big amount and would feel really disappointed if we couldn’t finish it. I was more used to the whole “Asian grandmother” experience but I still felt uncomfortable because every time, we could not finish that much food because we were just too full. Every single time, it was hard to explain to them! They always thought that we didn’t like the taste, which couldn’t be further from the truth! I had to say that the food was extremely delicious several times to assure them. Once I just couldn’t deal with it and lied that I was sick
Don’t feel too bad about it. It’s not your fault and they should understand you, too. Also, the amount of food served in Chinese families and restaurants is a lot. You were right to talk to the host and clarify things up.
Keep blogging these interesting experiences and take care!
Linh