We now live in the South.  There is no changing that.  In this region of the country, the cuisine is very different from what we are used to eating.

That’s not bad, not in the least.  Make no mistake about it.  The adventure of life, faith and travel, I love the newness of anything. 

Once in a while, however, there is comfort in what is familiar.  While we are surrounded by BBQ, which I love, and the presence of Cajun, which I find spicy and sizzlin’, I get a hankerin’ for something that I can identify with my youth.  Growing up with a certain kind of food gives comfort for the soul and stimulates nostalgia of years gone by.

We of course headed for Chinese food.  But, even that is different.  The Chinese food here in Houston is heavily influenced by Taiwanese tastes.  My bride and I are used to Cantonese flavors, spices and nuances.

Dim Sum, for example was always a treat for us when we were growing up as children.  In San Francisco this unique dumpling fare is seemingly on every corner in the restaurant districts.  Choosing which one to patronize was the challenge not whether you could find that food choice.

Here in the Southwest, that option isn’t so common.  We scanned Yelp.com, listened to advice from others and did Google searches to remind us of good times with family and friends from long ago.  The options were not many.

Then, while exploring a grocery store that specialized in Chinese staples and produce, we saw a fast food eatery off to the side.  The telltale signs of steam bamboo round baskets stacked up with the matching aromas was easy to pull us away from our original task.  The words Dim Sum were emblazoned on the sign above the food market.

We found ourselves in a long line.  The labels were familiar to us: pork buns, shrimp sui mai, chicken feet, turnip cakes, chicken rolls and other delectable choices.  Our tray was filled with options to share and reminisce.

Our grace over the food was sincere.  To God we were very grateful for food that reminded us of our past.  Food that was very comforting to our soul as well as our tummy wooed us to taste and enjoy.

My “Amen” came quickly and we wasted little time putting the first bit-sized dumpling into our salivating mouths.  It was delectable.  Something so familiar was comforting.

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