Nigel Mathers

bowl of tang yuan"If music be the food of love, play on...", Prof Nigel Mathers presents a cross-cultural love affairs over a 3-course meal!

"如果音樂是愛情的食糧, 播放它..." Nigel Mathers 教授用三道菜色來詮譯這份異國戀情!

 

 

 

English

 

Two Lovers: Introduction

Chinese medicine tells us that the inside of the body is yin and the surface is yang. In Chinese cuisine yang methods of cooking and yang foods have warm energy and generate heat within the body. By contrast yin methods of cooking and yin foods have cold energy and cool the body down. As with cooking, so with life - a loving relationship should be both effortless and harmonious – a perfect balance between the male and female principles of yin and yang. Such a balance between the yin and the yang creates our qi or life force…………

 

 

Recipe 1: When West meets East

Take two deep frozen spring chickens out of the freezer and let them defrost overnight. Make sure they are fully defrosted before adding the seasoning – garlic, chilli, ginger, soy sauce and spring onions. Allow to marinade outside of the fridge for eight hours to reach room temperature and ensure that the full flavour can emerge from each of the chickens. Massage the spices into the skin carefully before placing them on the spit over the open fire to roast them slowly [yang].

Slice some pak choi with a sharp knife and steam slowly, gently and lovingly in the steamer, watching the colours change as the heat rises [yin].

Allow the fragrance of the cooking to permeate your surroundings – enjoy the anticipation of tastes, smells and textures to linger on your tongue. Watch the slow transformation as the heat permeates your own body. Continue the steaming and turn the chickens regularly to balance the yin/yang and create an effortless harmony, a perfect sharing of energy. Ensure an even heat to all parts of their bodies, dividing the heat equally between them as the temperature slowly begins to rise………………


 

He was so looking forward to seeing her for dinner tonight.
But 'looking forward' hardly came near, hardly came close…
The truth was - he was desperate to see her……
Not a day had gone by in the past six months without him imagining her tight embrace, the hard passion of her lips and the melting of her body into his.

Desperate just didn't seem to do it justice either.
He burned to see her.
He burned to have her again and again, to feel her willing surrender, to feel her desire, her passion for him, to feel her own desire to have him.

Six months ago, last September, they had parted the 'best of friends'.
One of them unwilling, unable to commit to the feelings they had for one another….deep inside, hidden from view…

"We must do the right thing" she had said.
"But we just cannot go on seeing one another like this" he had replied, "I want you so much……"
And her eyes had filled with tears as she had briefly nodded her assent, suddenly distraught.
Tears which then overflowed, running down her cheeks, as she acknowledged the truth of his words.

"I know how you feel…, I know you're right but…" she had begun, before trailing off, unable to complete the sentence, looking at him, her gaze direct, suddenly full of reproach.
How could he do this to her?
A sudden surge of anger.

But then she had tried again, "Please…..why can't we just keep it the same as before" she had said but had then stopped, misery etched deep across her face.
"You know why" he had said sadly, a hint of bitterness creeping into his tone.
She had nodded again and retreated into her silence.

And so they had parted…… the agony of their lost desire had begun……………

But this was not to be the end of it.
In their hearts, their minds, their souls and…… their bodies, they had always known that this was not to be the end of it.
Theirs had always been more than parting.
In truth, they could do no other than willing surrender to one another.

And now, after six long months, six long, eternal months, he had phoned her the night before, out of the blue, surprising her, suddenly exciting her, panicking her, unsettling her…
"But I thought we had agreed……." and then a silence.
She shouldn’t try so hard……….
A token resistance
She wanted to see him more than her own life.

"Ok" she had said quickly.
A sudden desire to cry………….
"Chinese food would be fine……"
She didn't care … just to see him again, to rekindle the fire in her heart, the heat in her body.

‘What time and where?"
A quick recovery, her heart starting to sing but her legs ………. suddenly uncertain, the reaction beginning

………


She wanted him too much
Desperate to see him again
The long months since their parting suddenly short

"Thank you" she said, "see you tomorrow…" her face shining as she finished the call.
"I love you" she said out loud to herself when she was sure he had gone.

 

 

Recipe 2: Fresh Chilli Seafood with Ginger

First take the freshest seafood you can get – scallops, mussels and squid [yin foods] are best – and stir fry them [yang cooking] in sesame oil [neutral] with some garlic [yang] and a few chillies for 2 - 3 minutes before adding some sweet chilli sauce [you can make this yourself by mixing water, ketchup, soy sauce and sugar, thickened with corn flour]. Cook for 1 more minute with some lime juice keeping the whole dish moist by adding some more water if  necessary before adding ‘angel hair’ noodles and freshly grated root ginger [yang] to taste for a further 1 – 2 minutes. Stir the wok well with a non metallic spoon [essential to avoid grief] and serve with chopped coriander and garnish with spring onions. In this way the yin of the seafood will be balanced by the yang of the ginger to avoid creating too much heat in the body – the fire element of the heart [joy]will be controlled.


 

Starters

"Hao Jiu Mei Jian"
"How are you…………………………?"
He paused looking intently at her, looking for a spark, looking for the lovers' recognition in her suddenly tearful, startling brown eyes.
"I'm fine," she replied, "how are you………?"
A brief uncomfortable silence between them……
A slight awkwardness……
"Please sit down," he said, motioning to her seat.

He had risen from his own seat to greet her as he saw her entering the restaurant, suddenly conscious of his heart beginning to race, his palms sweaty and his throat dry. She looked more beautiful to him tonight than he could ever remember. He wanted to take her into his arms, to kiss her deeply and hold her very close to him – six months, a lifetime and he felt the tears prickle at the back of his eyes.
Why had it all gone wrong?
They were so right for each other. Their love for one another had always been understated, reserved, a knowing passion hidden just below the surface.

He took a deep breath and told himself to relax, to calm down, the evening was yet young and there would be plenty of time for feelings – provided she didn’t walk out on him again.
Play it cool, nothing too direct……
It was the Chinese way.

"Wo xiang ni", he said, as they picked up their menus, "I have missed you so very much…………" looking directly into her eyes.
There, he had said it already.
So much for playing it cool!

For a brief moment they looked directly at one another as they had before in times past and there was a hint of the old recognition, the old understanding between them - but the intensity of her gaze, the unspoken intensity of her feeling was too great for him and he looked away, suddenly anxious, shy and faintly embarrassed by her immediate response to him.

She gave him a faint smile of assent but said nothing in reply, looking down at her menu.
Was she also embarrassed at this sudden clarity of feeling?
She had taught him that in her culture, you need not talk of your love, you need not say how you felt, you demonstrated it by what you did.
And what if you were suddenly overwhelmed, 'carried away' by your feelings?
If you couldn't hide your feelings?
"Always best not to give yourself away and certainly never in public" she had said to him once.

He was sure she had loved him and that was why it had had to stop. Maybe she was right? There are some things that are best unsaid. In all the years they had been seeing one another - the lunches, the dinners, the shows and the walks in the Park - she had never said that she loved him but he knew, he just knew that she did, he was sure that she did.
How did one know these things?

"I like you very much", she had once said to him in an unguarded moment, "I love to spend the time with you…you are my greatest, my dearest, my closest friend".
"I have missed you so much, while you have been away……"
And the feeling had hung there, between them, silently waiting to be picked up…….to be acted on.
But they hadn't…….

Later, that evening, she had cried with him over the meal – a silent, desperate crying born of frustration, tears coursing down her cheeks. He had taken her hand across the table to comfort her and she hadn’t taken it away.

And again, as he had walked her back to the Tube station arm in arm, they had stopped in the dark between the streetlights and turned to face one another – searching each other's eyes, looking for permission from one another, looking for a sign that it would be okay, okay to kiss and to become lovers.

But the moment passed and when he had moved slightly towards her upturned face to kiss her, she had gently shaken her head sadly, and turning her face away from his and looked in another direction, away from him, down the street.

"I'll be late for my train", she had said and with her arm still locked in his, had gently pulled him in the direction of the Tube.
As long as he lived, he knew he would always regret that lost moment between the streetlights, that moment when he had felt a perfect harmony between them, a readiness to commit their all to one another.

And, over the years, she had always said yes to his invitations, as he had hers, wanting to spend as much time with her as possible.
He was sure that he loved her.
But neither of them were free to pursue their love for one another - neither were able to express how deeply they felt, how much they needed one another or how much they desired each other.

Until that fateful day came when he had said the words to her, suddenly quite overcome with warmth, tenderness and an overwhelming desire for her………
 
"Wo ai ni", he had said, without thought, without care or fear for the consequences of speaking his heart out loud.
"I love you".
He had repeated it in English.

She had been shocked into silence at this, unprepared for his declaration, outside of the unstated rules of their time together. She hadn't known how to respond, caught between her need for him and her heart's desire. She wanted to tell him about how deep her feelings for him were but she couldn't…….it would have spoiled everything.
So, she had thanked him and said she wanted them to remain close, dear friends but she couldn't, she just couldn't respond to him in the same way. She was so sorry but she wanted to keep things just the same as before.

He remembered how upset he had been at this and he had resolved never to mention it again, never to speak again of his heart's desire, to do as she wished and to keep things the same as before.
He couldn't give her up, he couldn't lose her……

But things had subtly changed between them.
She was no longer always available to see him and it had begun to feel rather awkward, strained between them when they did meet. She seemed rather uncomfortable with him despite his reassurances that things were just the same.  
They both knew things could never the same and love, once expressed, cannot be taken back.

And so they had parted, six months previously………...

A final meal together, a request from him to return to their past, a request by him to protect and commit more time to one another, to give themselves a chance to become close again as they had been before.
But an embarrassed silence from her, a denial of the distance that had grown between them, the denial of a change in her feelings for him, a pleading to keep things just as they were and to not push her into saying things they might regret.

‘We must do the right thing" she had said
And sadly, reluctantly, with a brief nod of assent, he had agreed that they 'could not go on seeing one another' like this but if they were going to part, then it was as 'the best of friends'.
And so, an early end to their meal together, her departure as he was still settling the bill, their eyes full of silent tears, regrets and sadness with their hearts still longing for one another.

She had left him there standing at the table, walking quickly out of the restaurant, without a backward glance, left him there alone with a cool 'good night' and an insincere 'please keep in touch' – but they hadn't.

He had lost her…………………………until tonight.

"Shall we order?" he asked her, smiling happily, feeling once again overwhelmed by her presence and consumed by his love for her.

 

 

Recipe 3: Pork with Aubergine and Bamboo shoots

Gently stew [yin cooking] in a small casserole dish some minced pork [yin] in a small amount of chicken stock and sesame oil [neutral] with a little dry sherry, cider vinegar and plenty of coarsely chopped spring onions [yang] for 5 – 6 minutes. Stirfry [yang] in the wok a dozen small slices of aubergine [neutral] and some bamboo shoots [yin] in several tablespoons of sunflower oil until they are golden brown on the outside and softened in the middle before adding them to the pork stew. Simmer for a further 3 – 4 minutes before serving immediately on a bed of wholegrain rice.

 

 

Mains

Did she really love him?
She asked herself that question again – the question that had been troubling her for all those long months since they had parted, unhappy and lost……….
She had missed seeing him more than she had ever thought possible, burying herself in her work had proved no recompense for his love and devotion to her.
She had missed………………well, what exactly?
His warmth, his caring, his kindness, his thoughtfulness
Their conversations, the private space between them where she could be truly herself, where she could share her deepest thoughts and feelings
She had never met anyone, including her husband, who understood her so well, who anticipated her needs so well and who could make her laugh and cry in equal measure.

If only, if only, if only………if only she had been free to love him – but she had met him too late in the day. She had thought herself happy, content, accepting her fate, her lot in life.

She gave a deep sigh………………she had always wanted to fly……

But, it was unfortunately true, she was not living with someone with whom she could share her love of art, literature and scholarship, someone who understood her and with whom she could be truly herself, someone with whom she could fly……….

She had resigned herself to this……..until………tonight.

As she came into the restaurant, her eyes still dazzled by the light outside, she saw him there at the table, waiting anxiously for her. Her heart started to sing. She just hadn't imagined how happy, how excited and how overwhelmed, she would be to see him again.

"Hao Jiu, Mei Jian", he had said.
"Long time, no see" and she thought her heart was going to burst. She suddenly felt tearful. Oh, how she would like to hold him, kiss him and make him hers again…….

But she just smiled, said nothing and sat down in the proffered seat.
"I mustn't give myself away", she thought.
"We must pretend that the past six months haven't happened and that things are the same as they always were" she told herself firmly.
But a faint panic in the back of her mind was beginning to rise……
Why had she come to see him again?
Why was she opening Pandora's Box again?
Why couldn’t she have just said no to his invitation?

"Because you love him" a little voice deep in her heart said.
"Because you still love him - that's why"
"Well nothing has changed and nothing can happen" she replied to herself.
"Oh yes, it can………" said the little voice.
She needed to keep control of herself.

She looked across the table into his eyes – she saw his anxiety, his love and his desire for her in them.
She was suddenly melting……, her heart had started to sing and her deep desire for him suddenly welled up with no warning or hesitation. At that moment she wanted him very much………

She took a deep breath and continued to gaze directly at him.

"Wo xiang ni", he said, "I have missed you so very much……"

"Damn," she thought, "why does he always do this to me?"
"Why can he not learn that some things are better left unsaid?"
"You can love someone without having to say it all the time"
"I don’t want any complications tonight"
"I just want to go back to the way things were before"

A brief spasm of anger with him, frustration with herself but then…….

"Shall we order?" he asked her gently, warmly – a smiling invitation, pointing to the menu in her hand.

"Perhaps I should leave now before I am completely lost?" she asked herself silently, returning the smile, despite herself, in response to his quiet invitation.
"Then why did you come if you didn't want to be lost to him?" said the little voice nagging away in her head…………

 

 

The Spring Equinox [March 20, 21 or 22]

When all is made anew……………….  

Spring is almost come my love…….
Cold dark days of loneliness are passing
The early morning chorus of our love is beginning again
The yin, the yang, our effortless equilibrium beckons
We reach for one another, as if for the first time
And touch, a brief encounter, warmth in our sudden knowing

For I have known you before my love……..
Another world, another life, another place
This is not our first Spring together
Our light, our dark, in perfect balance
This very moment, the turning point in the endless cycle of our seasons
Our past harmony restored…………………..

For with such recognition comes life, comes joy
Our Spring Equinox surrounds us, excites us and makes us one
Together again, new life, new heart, new hope
And pregnant with the knowledge of our lives that
Summer will come
With its’ longer days and shorter nights…………..

 

 

Recipe 4: Pancakes with Banana and Walnuts in Red Bean Paste

Thinly slice several bananas [yin] and put them onto a spring roll wrapper before adding three teaspoons of red bean paste. Sprinkle with chopped walnuts [yin]  and fold and seal the pancakes – after ensuring the oil is at a high temperature deep fry [yang cooking] the pancakes before serving hot with vanilla ice cream and fresh apricots.

 

 


Dessert

The street was deserted as they left the restaurant.
It was getting late……..
Over dinner they had talked and loved and touched one another’s hands across the table …to their hearts' content.
Relaxed, each delighting in the others company
"Do you remember…………."
Laughing and crying with laughter at the old stories of them
Timeless, effortless, harmonious…………
All caution, all restraint cast to the winds

He took her arm and she leaned into him.
They paused between the streetlights, turning towards each other, the moment.. perfect, just right……the perfect balance between them…..

"Qing wo" she said.
"Please kiss me".

He took her into his arms, gazed at her face for a few short moments, as if seeing her complete for the first time and then…he kissed her………

"We can do no other………than love one another"


NM, 25th September 2011

 

 


Bibliography

Why the Chinese don’t count calories’  
Lorraine Clissord [2008]
Skyhorse Publishing Inc, New York, NY

Chinese Food made easy
Ching-He Huang [2008]
Harper Collins, London, UK

 

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一對情侶:簡介

中醫理論說人體內為「陰」,外為「陽」。在中菜來說,陽性的食物及烹調技巧可產生溫暖的活力及能量;相對來說,陰性的食物及烹調技巧則具凛冷的能量及可令身體冷卻下來。烹飪有如生命,一段美好的關係應該是不費吹灰之力及和諧的,是男女之間陰陽的原則,完美的平衡。這種陰陽平衡造就了我們的「氣」,或生命力量…

 

 

食譜一:當西方遇上東方

於冷凍箱裡取出兩隻冷凍春雞,將之徹夜解凍。必須確定是在完全解凍後才加上調味料﹣﹣蒜頭、辣椒、薑、醬油及蔥;然後擱在室溫內腌至少八小時,這樣方會入味。將香料仔細揉入表皮後,把他們放在旋轉式烤架以慢火烘烤〔陽〕。

將白菜切絲以文火蒸透,觀察火力上升時顏色的轉變〔陰〕。

任烹調的香氣四處散發﹣享受舌頭在期待著的香、味、及質感時的流連。觀察熱力滲入體內時緩慢的變化,繼續蒸菜並定時翻轉雞隻,以平衡陰陽來創造一個毫不費力的和諧,共享完美的活力。‭ ‬當熱力慢慢上昇時確保各部位熱度均衡…


 

他是極盼著晚飯時可以見到她,但盼望一詞並不貼切,事實是,他是絕望地想見到她…
在過去的半年內,他沒有一天不是幻想著她的擁抱、熱吻及相方身體的融合。

絕望一詞似乎也並不正確。他是燃燒似的想見她,他燃燒地想一再要她,去感受她甘願的投降、她的渴望、對他的熱情、及感覺她想他的渴望。

半年前,去年的九月,他們以好朋友的身份道別。兩人中的一個是極其不願,並無法承認他們相互間的感覺…那深藏著、看不見的感覺…

「我們必須做對的事。」她這樣說。
「但我們不可以一直這樣的見面,」他卻這樣回答。‭ ‬「我真的很想妳。」
她雙眼忍著淚水,點頭同意;但因為承認了這事實,剎那間便天崩地裂,淚水便溢出來順著臉頰流下。

「我知道你的感受,也知道你沒說錯,但…」她說了一半便停住,無法說下去,看著他,充滿責備的直視著他。他怎麼能夠如此對她?
有一份突然其來的憤怒。

但她重新嘗試,「為甚麼我們不能像以前一樣?」她說著卻停住了,悲痛刻在她臉上。
「妳知道原因,」他憂傷的說,聲音裡帶著苦澀。
她再次點頭並不再說話。

就這樣的他們便分別了…失去渴望的痛苦,開始各自延伸…

但這並不就此了結。
在他們的心中、腦海中、靈魂裡及…他們的身體,他們一直都知道並不是就此結束。
一直以來他們可做的比離別更多。
事實上,他們除了向對方投降外,甚麼也不能做。

而現在,過了六個長長的月份,這六個既長且恆久的月份;他在前天晚上出其不意地給她撥了個電話,這舉動令她驚奇,但也令她不安和恐慌…
「我們不是同意…」一段的沉默。
她不應該這樣迫自己…
必須抵抗著。
但她希望見他的心情已超越自己的生命。

「好的,」她很快的說。
忽然間好想哭…
「中菜沒問題…」
她並不在乎吃甚麼…只是想再見到他,重燃心中的火,身體的熱。

「時間地點?」
恢復過來後,她的心開始歌唱但是她的雙腿…
突然間不確定,是反應的開始…
她好想他。
渴望再次見到他。
別後悠長的歲月驟間縮短。

「謝謝。」她說,「明天見。」說完後她臉上充滿光采。
確定他不在線上後,她大聲地對自己叫喊「我愛你」。

 

 

食譜二:辣椒薑炒海鮮

挑選最新鮮的海產﹣最好是帶子、青口及魷魚〔陰性食物〕﹣﹣以麻油〔中性〕加點蒜〔陽性〕去炒〔陽性煮法〕,再加點辣椒炒2﹣3分鐘,灑些辣椒油(可自製,用水、蕃茄醬、醬油及糖混合後加茨粉調濃汁醬)。加少許檸檬汁煮一分鐘以保持濕度,必要時可多加些水;然後加入「天使髮」麵及鮮磨老薑〔陽〕再煮1﹣2分鐘。用非金屬製的鑊鏟翻炒菜餚(此為重要技巧,可免生磨擦),起鑊後加上切碎的香菜及蔥。這樣的話,屬陰性的海鮮可以陽性的薑來調和平衡,身體便不會產生太多的熱﹣而心內火的元素〔樂〕便可被控制。

 


頭盤

「好久沒見」,
「妳好嗎?」他停下來專注的看著她,尋找著一絲火花,在她警愓的棕色眼睛中尋找著情人之間認同。
「我很好,」她回答說,「你呢?」
在他們之間有一陣令人不適的沉默…
少許的尶尬…
「請坐,」他說道,並領她入座。

看見她步入餐廳時,他站起來迎接她;他突然感到心跳急速,手心出汗和喉嚨乾澀。今晚的她看起來比他記憶中的她更美,他真的很想擁她入懷、深吻她及接近她﹣﹣六個月,等於一生的時間,他感到淚水在湧現。
到底那兒出錯了?
他們是天造地設的一對。對於對方的愛一直以來是明白並且有保留,及藏在心底不讓浮現。

深呼吸一口氣,他告訴自己要放鬆,冷靜下來,時間還早,還有時間去處理這種感覺﹣﹣只要她不再拂袖而去。
要耍酷,不要太直接。
這是中國方式。

「我想妳,」拿起餐牌時他說,「我真的很想妳…」他直視著她。
他就這樣說了出來。
真的會耍酷啊!

他們望著對方一會兒,兩人過去間的的瞭解與互動再次蠢動起來‭﹣﹣但她的凝視,及那無言繃緊的情縮令他別過頭去,‭ ‬他為自己的不安與害羞的反應感到尷尬。

她回了一個淡淡的微笑,沒說話只是低頭讀著菜單。
她是否也因為他對感情的表達感到尷尬?
她曾教過他在她的文化裡,是不需要把愛說出來,是不需要把感受說出來,是要用行動去表示的。
但如果你溺在自己的感情海裡那該怎麼辦?
如果你無法隱藏自己的感覺?
「最好不要泄露自己,更不要在公眾地方表態。」她曾經如此對他說。

他是確定她愛他的,這也是為甚麼要停止。或許她是對的,有些事情最好是不說;這些年來他們的見面‭﹣﹣午飯、晚飯、看表演節目、及在公園中散步‭﹣﹣‭她從來沒說過她愛他,但他就是知道,他是肯定這一點的。
人怎麼會知道這些事?

「我很喜歡你,」有一次她曾放下戒備的對他說,「我喜歡跟你在一起…你是我最好、最愛、最親的朋友。」
「當你不在的時候我都很想念你…」
而這種感覺就在他們之間懸浮著,默默地等待下一步的行動。
但他們一直沒有…

那天晚上她是邊哭邊吃的,挫折感帶來無聲的泣訴。隔著飯桌他伸出手握著她,她並未縮手。

再一次地他陪著她走到地鐵站,手繞著手,在街燈中的暗處停下來,轉身面對面‭﹣﹣搜索著對方的眼神,找尋著對方的允許,覓著一個許可的訊號,可以一吻而成為情侶。

但這刻卻在他靠近她想親她時逝去了,她憂傷地搖搖頭,轉過頭去看另一個方向,遠離著他看著街的盡頭。

他們的手仍繞著,「我會趕不上車」,她邊說邊拉他往地鐵站的方向去。只要他活著,他知道他永遠會為這在街燈下失去的一刻而懊惱;那令他感到二人之間融洽的一刻,一個大家都準備就緒去承諾對方的一刻。

這些年來,她通常都答應他的邀請;正如他一般,希望可以儘量地與她一起。
他確定自己是愛她的。
但二人並沒去自由地追求對方的愛‭﹣﹣他們不曾表達自己的感情有多深、多需要對方,或是多渴求對方。

直至決定命運的那一天來臨,他因為突然間的溫暖、柔情及一發不可收拾對她的渴望,‭ ‬他說出這些話…

「我愛妳」,沒經思索他便說出來,沒去考慮及恐懼把心攤出來的後果。
「 I love you」,他用英文重覆說一次。

她被嚇到無法作聲,對他的表白她是無心理準備的,他逾越了在他們相處的日子裡這條不明文的規定。她不知道要如何去反應,夾在她對他的需要與她心底的期望而為難。她想告訴他自己對他的感覺有多深,但這不行…這會毀壞所有事。
所以,她謝了他,說她希望他們之間可以保持著這親密好友的關係;但她不能夠給他希望的。她真的很難過,但她希望他們之間一切如昔。

他記得自己為此有多難過,並決定以後絕不再提,絕不抖出心裡的慾望,就做她所希望的,將所有事情「一如往日」。
他無法放棄她,他無法失去她…

但事情在他們之間悄悄改變。
她不再經常與他見面,而見面時兩人之間亦感到別扭及緊張。就算他保證事情是「一如往日」,她仍是十分不自在。
他們都知道事情無法回頭,愛意一經表達是無法取回的。

因此在六個月前,他們離別了…

一起吃最後一頓飯,是他的要求;希望回到從前、去保護及允諾更多的時間給對方,給他們一個機會像以前一般的親近。
但來自她沉默而產生的尶尬,他們拒絕承認二人之間已衍生了距離。她否認自已對他態度已改變,及懇求不去改變現狀和不要迫她說出會令大家後悔的話。

「我們必需做正確的決定,」她如此說。
所以他難過地、無奈地點頭,同意他們不可以再這樣的見對方;但如果他們真的要分開,那必需是在友好的情況下。所以,提早結束了那頓飯,在他結賬時她便離開,雙方的眼裡充滿著淚水;為心底仍在渴望相方而後悔及難過。
 
她就這樣把他留在餐桌邊,冷冷的說了句再見,沒誠意的說要保持聯絡;便頭也不回的快步走出餐廳﹣﹣當然大家再也沒有聯絡。

他失去了她…………………直至今晚。

「點菜吧,」他愉悅地笑著對她說,再次感到她的出現而帶來的充實,及耗燃著他對她的愛。

 


食譜三:茄子竹筍燉豬肉

將碎肉〔陰〕放在有少量雞湯及芝蔴油〔中性〕的小砂鍋內以中火燉〔陰性煮法〕5﹣6分鐘,加少許的雪利酒、蘋菓醋及大量的粗切蔥粒。將茄子切細條〔中性〕,與竹荀〔陰〕一起放在鑊內加數湯匙的葵花子油來炒〔陽〕,炒至外表金黃內裡軟化後,便加進沙鍋裡。再煨3﹣4分鐘,配上全麥飯

 

 

主菜

她真的愛他嗎?
她再次的問自己。‭ ‬自從別後的失落與難過,多個月來這問題一直困擾著她。
她沒想到自己是那麼的懷念他們之間的見面,埋首工作並不能補賞失去他的愛與誠意。
她懷念的到底是甚麼?‭ ‬
他的溫暖,他的關懷,他的仁慈,他的體貼。
他們的對話,他們之間的私有空間,令她可以做回真正的自己,分享她心底深處的想法與感覺。
她從未遇見任何人,包括她的丈夫,可以如此了解她,可以知道她的需要和可以令她哭笑自如。

假若,假若,假若‭ ‬………假若她可以自由的愛他‭ ‬﹣﹣‭ ‬但他們的相遇是太遲了。她一直以為自己是愉快、滿足、接受她的命運,她生命的一切。

她嘆了口氣‭ ‬……………她一直希望任意飛翔……………

但不幸的事實是,與她一起生活的人,並不能與她分享她對藝術文學的喜好,一個能夠明白她,讓她成為真正的自己,可以令她飛翔的人………

她早對自己放棄了這些……‭ ‬直至……‭ ‬今晚。

當她進入餐廳時,雙眼仍被街外的燈光閃燦著,看見他已在餐桌前,不安地等待著她;她的心開始歌唱,她是沒想到再次見到他時,自己是這樣的開心、興奮,同時這樣不堪負荷。

「好久沒見,」他說。
好久沒見‭ ‬﹣她覺得她的心要蹦跳出來了。突然間她想哭,噢,她真想抱著他,親他及令他成為自己的……

但她沒說話只是笑笑,坐上他遞上的椅子。「我可不能泄了底,」她心想。「我們必須假裝這過去的六個月是沒發生過,所有的事情都如舊。」她堅決的告訴自己。但一陣的不安從背後爬上…
為甚麼她要再次見他?
為甚麼她要再次打開這潘朵拉的盒子?
為甚麼她不能拒絕他的邀請?

「因為妳愛他,」她心底一個小聲音在說。
「因為妳仍愛他﹣﹣這就是為甚麼。」
「事情不會改變,也沒事情會發生。」她告訴自己。「不是的,是可以…」小聲音回答。
她必須控制自己。

她看著他雙眼‭﹣﹣‬看見的是他的不安,他的愛和他對她的渴望。
她突然間開始溶化‭ ‬…,她的心開始歌唱,在毫無警告下, 她燃起對他的渴望,此際她是很想要他……

她深深地吸一口氣,繼續的直望著他。

「我想妳,」他說,「我一直以來都十分想妳…」

「該死的,」她想,「為甚麼他總是這樣對我?」
「為甚麼他總學不會有些事情應該不說?」
「愛一個人是可以不用時常掛在嘴邊的。」
「今晚我不想把事情複雜化。」
「我只是想一切可以回到從前。」

對他一陣的憤怒,對自己感到挫敗,但是…

「點菜吧,」他溫柔地說,微笑地發出邀請,指著她手中的菜單。

「也許我應該在完全迷失前離開?」她悄悄的問自己,並回他一個淺笑。
「如果妳不想迷失給他,那妳為甚麼要來?」小聲音在她腦海中嘀咕著……

 


春分‭  ‬(三月廿、廿一或廿二日)

當萬物更新……………

吾愛,春即至
孤獨冰黑的日子將逝
清晨將再歌唱我們的愛
陰與陽,簡易的和諧對我們招手
我們像初次的去接觸對方
短暫的觸碰,突然察覺的溫暖

吾愛,我早與你相知…
另一個世界、另一個生命、另一處
這並非我們的初春
我倆的光、我倆的暗,完美的平衡
此刻,我們無盡的循環出現了轉折點
恢復了我們過去的和睦…………

這等認同帶來生命,迎來歡悅
我們的春分環繞你我、振奮你我,合你我為一
再次一起,新生命、新心、新希望
我們的生命孕育著夏天的來臨
晝長夜短…………


食譜四:核桃香蕉豆沙餅

取數隻香蕉切薄片〔陰〕,然後置在春卷皮,加上三茶匙的豆沙。灑上一些切碎的核桃〔陰〕,然後折好封口;油達高溫滾了後才炸〔陽性煮法〕,配與香草口味冰淇淋及新鮮桃子。


甜點

離開餐廳後街道上已經沒人。
時間晚了…
晚飯的時候他們隔著餐桌握著對方的手,有說有笑,心已滿足。
放鬆地各自享受對方的陪伴。
「還記得嗎…」
笑著哭著他們之間的老故事;永恆的、不費吹灰之力的、和諧的 …
所有的戒心、克制隨風而去。

他拉著她,她順著便靠在他身上。
在街燈下他們停下來,轉向對方,這一刻是完美的…..,他們之間完美的平衡…

「親我,」她說,「 請親我。」

他抱著她,凝視著她的臉,如初次的與她見面,然後,他親了她……

「除了去愛對方……我們甚麼也不能做。」

 

 

參考書目:

‘Why the Chinese don’t count calories’  
Lorraine Clissord [2008]
Skyhorse Publishing Inc, New York, NY

‘Chinese Food made easy’
Ching-He Huang [2008]
Harper Collins, London, UK

 

简体

 

一对情侣:简介

中医理论说人体内为「阴」,外为「阳」。在中菜来说,阳性的食物及烹调技巧可产生温暖的活力及能量;相对来说,阴性的食物及烹调技巧则具凛冷的能量及可令身体冷却下来。烹饪有如生命,一段美好的关系应该是不费吹灰之力及和谐的,是男女之间阴阳的原则,完美的平衡。这种阴阳平衡造就了我们的「气」,或生命力量…

 

 

食谱一:当西方遇上东方

于冷冻箱里取出两只冷冻春鸡,将之彻夜解冻。必须确定是在完全解冻后才加上调味料﹣﹣蒜头、辣椒、姜、酱油及葱;然后搁在室温内腌至少八小时,这样方会入味。将香料仔细揉入表皮后,把他们放在旋转式烤架以慢火烘烤〔阳〕。

将白菜切丝以文火蒸透,观察火力上升时颜色的转变〔阴〕。

任烹调的香气四处散发﹣享受舌头在期待着的香、味、及质感时的流连。观察热力渗入体内时缓慢的变化,继续蒸菜并定时翻转鸡只,以平衡阴阳来创造一个毫不费力的和谐,共享完美的活力。 当热力慢慢上升时确保各部位热度均衡…


 

他是极盼着晚饭时可以见到她,但盼望一词并不贴切,事实是,他是绝望地想见到她…
在过去的半年内,他没有一天不是幻想着她的拥抱、热吻及相方身体的融合。

绝望一词似乎也并不正确。他是燃烧似的想见她,他燃烧地想一再要她,去感受她甘愿的投降、她的渴望、对他的热情、及感觉她想他的渴望。

半年前,去年的九月,他们以好朋友的身份道别。两人中的一个是极其不愿,并无法承认他们相互间的感觉…那深藏着、看不见的感觉…

「我们必须做对的事。」她这样说。
「但我们不可以一直这样的见面,」他却这样回答。「我真的很想妳。」
她双眼忍着泪水,点头同意;但因为承认了这事实,剎那间便天崩地裂,泪水便溢出来顺着脸颊流下。

「我知道你的感受,也知道你没说错,但…」她说了一半便停住,无法说下去,看着他,充满责备的直视着他。他怎么能够如此对她?
有一份突然其来的愤怒。

但她重新尝试,「为甚么我们不能像以前一样?」她说着却停住了,悲痛刻在她脸上。
「妳知道原因,」他忧伤的说,声音里带着苦涩。
她再次点头并不再说话。

就这样的他们便分别了…失去渴望的痛苦,开始各自延伸…

但这并不就此了结。
在他们的心中、脑海中、灵魂里及…他们的身体,他们一直都知道并不是就此结束。
一直以来他们可做的比离别更多。
事实上,他们除了向对方投降外,甚么也不能做。

而现在,过了六个长长的月份,这六个既长且恒久的月份;他在前天晚上出其不意地给她拨了个电话,这举动令她惊奇,但也令她不安和恐慌…
「我们不是同意…」一段的沉默。
她不应该这样迫自己…
必须抵抗着。
但她希望见他的心情已超越自己的生命。

「好的,」她很快的说。
忽然间好想哭…
「中菜没问题…」
她并不在乎吃甚么…只是想再见到他,重燃心中的火,身体的热。

「时间地点?」
恢复过来后,她的心开始歌唱但是她的双腿…
突然间不确定,是反应的开始…
她好想他。
渴望再次见到他。
别后悠长的岁月骤间缩短。

「谢谢。」她说,「明天见。」说完后她脸上充满光采。
确定他不在线上后,她大声地对自己叫喊「我爱你」。

 

 

食谱二:辣椒姜炒海鲜

挑选最新鲜的海产﹣最好是带子、青口及鱿鱼〔阴性食物〕﹣以麻油〔中性〕加点蒜〔阳性〕去炒〔阳性煮法〕,再加点辣椒炒2﹣3分钟,洒些辣椒油(可自制,用水、蕃茄酱、酱油及糖混合后加茨粉调浓汁酱)。加少许柠檬汁煮一分钟以保持湿度,必要时可多加些水;然后加入「天使发」面及鲜磨老姜〔阳〕再煮1﹣2分钟。用非金属制的镬铲翻炒菜肴(此为重要技巧,可免生磨擦),起镬后加上切碎的香菜及葱。这样的话,属阴性的海鲜可以阳性的姜来调和平衡,身体便不会产生太多的热﹣而心内火的元素〔乐〕便可被控制。

 


头盘

「好久没见」,
「妳好吗?」他停下来专注的看着她,寻找着一丝火花,在她警愓的棕色眼睛中寻找着情人之间认同。
「我很好,」她回答说,「你呢?」
在他们之间有一阵令人不适的沉默…
少许的尶尬…
「请坐,」他说道,并领她入座。

看见她步入餐厅时,他站起来迎接她;他突然感到心跳急速,手心出汗和喉咙干涩。今晚的她看起来比他记忆中的她更美,他真的很想拥她入怀、深吻她及接近她﹣﹣六个月,等于一生的时间,他感到泪水在涌现。
到底那儿出错了?
他们是天造地设的一对。对于对方的爱一直以来是明白并且有保留,及藏在心底不让浮现。

深呼吸一口气,他告诉自己要放松,冷静下来,时间还早,还有时间去处理这种感觉﹣﹣只要她不再拂袖而去。
要耍酷,不要太直接。
这是中国方式。

「我想妳,」拿起餐牌时他说,「我真的很想妳…」他直视着她。
他就这样说了出来。
真的会耍酷啊!

他们望着对方一会儿,两人过去间的的了解与互动再次蠢动起来﹣﹣但她的凝视,及那无言绷紧的情缩令他别过头去, 他为自己的不安与害羞的反应感到尴尬。

她回了一个淡淡的微笑,没说话只是低头读着菜单。
她是否也因为他对感情的表达感到尴尬?
她曾教过他在她的文化里,是不需要把爱说出来,是不需要把感受说出来,是要用行动去表示的。
但如果你溺在自己的感情海里那该怎么办?
如果你无法隐藏自己的感觉?
「最好不要泄露自己,更不要在公众地方表态。」她曾经如此对他说。

他是确定她爱他的,这也是为甚么要停止。或许她是对的,有些事情最好是不说;这些年来他们的见面﹣﹣午饭、晚饭、看表演节目、及在公园中散步﹣﹣她从来没说过她爱他,但他就是知道,他是肯定这一点的。
人怎么会知道这些事?

「我很喜欢你,」有一次她曾放下戒备的对他说,「我喜欢跟你在一起…你是我最好、最爱、最亲的朋友。」
「当你不在的时候我都很想念你…」
而这种感觉就在他们之间悬浮着,默默地等待下一步的行动。
但他们一直没有…

那天晚上她是边哭边吃的,挫折感带来无声的泣诉。隔着饭桌他伸出手握着她,她并未缩手。

再一次地他陪着她走到地铁站,手绕着手,在街灯中的暗处停下来,转身面对面﹣﹣搜索着对方的眼神,找寻着对方的允许,觅着一个许可的讯号,可以一吻而成为情侣。

但这刻却在他靠近她想亲她时逝去了,她忧伤地摇摇头,转过头去看另一个方向,远离着他看着街的尽头。

他们的手仍绕着,「我会赶不上车」,她边说边拉他往地铁站的方向去。只要他活着,他知道他永远会为这在街灯下失去的一刻而懊恼;那令他感到二人之间融洽的一刻,一个大家都准备就绪去承诺对方的一刻。

这些年来,她通常都答应他的邀请;正如他一般,希望可以尽量地与她一起。
他确定自己是爱她的。
但二人并没去自由地追求对方的爱﹣﹣他们不曾表达自己的感情有多深、多需要对方,或是多渴求对方。

直至决定命运的那一天来临,他因为突然间的温暖、柔情及一发不可收拾对她的渴望, 他说出这些话…

「我爱妳」,没经思索他便说出来,没去考虑及恐惧把心摊出来的后果。
「 I love you」,他用英文重复说一次。

她被吓到无法作声,对他的表白她是无心理准备的,他逾越了在他们相处的日子里这条不明文的规定。她不知道要如何去反应,夹在她对他的需要与她心底的期望而为难。她想告诉他自己对他的感觉有多深,但这不行…这会毁坏所有事。
所以,她谢了他,说她希望他们之间可以保持着这亲密好友的关系;但她不能够给他希望的。她真的很难过,但她希望他们之间一切如昔。

他记得自己为此有多难过,并决定以后绝不再提,绝不抖出心里的欲望,就做她所希望的,将所有事情「一如往日」。
他无法放弃她,他无法失去她…

但事情在他们之间悄悄改变。
她不再经常与他见面,而见面时两人之间亦感到别扭及紧张。就算他保证事情是「一如往日」,她仍是十分不自在。
他们都知道事情无法回头,爱意一经表达是无法取回的。

因此在六个月前,他们离别了…

一起吃最后一顿饭,是他的要求;希望回到从前、去保护及允诺更多的时间给对方,给他们一个机会像以前一般的亲近。
但来自她沉默而产生的尶尬,他们拒绝承认二人之间已衍生了距离。她否认自已对他态度已改变,及恳求不去改变现状和不要迫她说出会令大家后悔的话。

「我们必需做正确的决定,」她如此说。
所以他难过地、无奈地点头,同意他们不可以再这样的见对方;但如果他们真的要分开,那必需是在友好的情况下。所以,提早结束了那顿饭,在他结账时她便离开,双方的眼里充满着泪水;为心底仍在渴望相方而后悔及难过。
 
她就这样把他留在餐桌边,冷冷的说了句再见,没诚意的说要保持联络;便头也不回的快步走出餐厅﹣﹣当然大家再也没有联络。

他失去了她…………………直至今晚。

「点菜吧,」他愉悦地笑着对她说,再次感到她的出现而带来的充实,及耗燃着他对她的爱。

 

食谱三:茄子竹笋炖猪肉

将碎肉〔阴〕放在有少量鸡汤及芝麻油〔中性〕的小砂锅内以中火炖〔阴性煮法〕5﹣6分钟,加少许的雪利酒、苹菓醋及大量的粗切葱粒。将茄子切细条〔中性〕,与竹荀〔阴〕一起放在镬内加数汤匙的葵花子油来炒〔阳〕,炒至外表金黄内里软化后,便加进沙锅里。再煨3﹣4分钟,配上全麦饭。

 

主菜

她真的爱他吗?
她再次的问自己。 自从别后的失落与难过,多个月来这问题一直困扰着她。
她没想到自己是那么的怀念他们之间的见面,埋首工作并不能补赏失去他的爱与诚意。
她怀念的到底是甚么?
他的温暖,他的关怀,他的仁慈,他的体贴。
他们的对话,他们之间的私有空间,令她可以做回真正的自己,分享她心底深处的想法与感觉。
她从未遇见任何人,包括她的丈夫,可以如此了解她,可以知道她的需要和可以令她哭笑自如。

假若,假若,假若 ………假若她可以自由的爱他﹣﹣但他们的相遇是太迟了。她一直以为自己是愉快、满足、接受她的命运,她生命的一切。

她叹了口气 ……………她一直希望任意飞翔……………

但不幸的事实是,与她一起生活的人,并不能与她分享她对艺术文学的喜好,一个能够明白她,让她成为真正的自己,可以令她飞翔的人………

她早对自己放弃了这些…… 直至…… 今晚。

当她进入餐厅时,双眼仍被街外的灯光闪灿着,看见他已在餐桌前,不安地等待着她;她的心开始歌唱,她是没想到再次见到他时,自己是这样的开心、兴奋,同时这样不堪负荷。

「好久没见,」他说。
好久没见 ﹣她觉得她的心要蹦跳出来了。突然间她想哭,噢,她真想抱着他,亲他及令他成为自己的……

但她没说话只是笑笑,坐上他递上的椅子。「我可不能泄了底,」她心想。「我们必须假装这过去的六个月是没发生过,所有的事情都如旧。」她坚决的告诉自己。但一阵的不安从背后爬上…
为甚么她要再次见他?
为甚么她要再次打开这潘朵拉的盒子?
为甚么她不能拒绝他的邀请?

「因为妳爱他,」她心底一个小声音在说。
「因为妳仍爱他﹣这就是为甚么。」
「事情不会改变,也没事情会发生。」她告诉自己。「不是的,是可以…」小声音回答。
她必须控制自己。

她看着他双眼﹣﹣看见的是他的不安,他的爱和他对她的渴望。
她突然间开始溶化 …,她的心开始歌唱,在毫无警告下, 她燃起对他的渴望,此际她是很想要他……

她深深地吸一口气,继续的直望着他。

「我想妳,」他说,「我一直以来都十分想妳…」

「该死的,」她想,「为甚么他总是这样对我?」
「为甚么他总学不会有些事情应该不说?」
「爱一个人是可以不用时常挂在嘴边的。」
「今晚我不想把事情复杂化。」
「我只是想一切可以回到从前。」

对他一阵的愤怒,对自己感到挫败,但是…

「点菜吧,」他温柔地说,微笑地发出邀请,指着她手中的菜单。

「也许我应该在完全迷失前离开?」她悄悄的问自己,并回他一个浅笑。
「如果妳不想迷失给他,那妳为甚么要来?」小声音在她脑海中嘀咕着……

 

 

春分  (三月廿、廿一或廿二日)

当万物更新……………

吾爱,春即至
孤独冰黑的日子将逝
清晨将再歌唱我们的爱
阴与阳,简易的和谐对我们招手
我们像初次的去接触对方
短暂的触碰,突然察觉的温暖

吾爱,我早与你相知…
另一个世界、另一个生命、另一处
这并非我们的初春
我俩的光、我俩的暗,完美的平衡
此刻,我们无尽的循环出现了转折点
恢复了我们过去的和睦…………

这等认同带来生命,迎来欢悦
我们的春分环绕你我、振奋你我,合你我为一
再次一起,新生命、新心、新希望
我们的生命孕育着夏天的来临
昼长夜短…………

 

食谱四:核桃香蕉豆沙饼

取数只香蕉切薄片〔阴〕,然后置在春卷皮,加上三茶匙的豆沙。洒上一些切碎的核桃〔阴〕,然后折好封口;油达高温滚了后才炸〔阳性煮法〕,配与香草口味冰淇淋及新鲜桃子。



甜点

离开餐厅后街道上已经没人。
时间晚了…
晚饭的时候他们隔着餐桌握着对方的手,有说有笑,心已满足。
放松地各自享受对方的陪伴。
「还记得吗…」
笑着哭着他们之间的老故事;永恒的、不费吹灰之力的、和谐的 …
所有的戒心、克制随风而去。

他拉着她,她顺着便靠在他身上。
在街灯下他们停下来,转向对方,这一刻是完美的…..,他们之间完美的平衡…

「亲我,」她说,「 请亲我。」

他抱着她,凝视着她的脸,如初次的与她见面,然后,他亲了她……

「除了去爱对方……我们甚么也不能做。」

 

 

参考书目:

‘Why the Chinese don’t count calories’  
Lorraine Clissord [2008]
Skyhorse Publishing Inc, New York, NY

‘Chinese Food made easy’
Ching-He Huang [2008]
Harper Collins, London, UK

 

Author 作者

 

nigel thumbnailNigel Mathers is a great lover of Chinese food, culture and women! He has struggled for the past year to learn Mandarin Chinese but recently managed to get 85% for his entry level HSK exam [reading and listening]. He is still not sure who was more surprised by this good result – his teacher or himself!

He is a medical academic who works half time seeing patients for the NHS and half time researching for his University as well as working for a Royal College in London. His current research interests are shared decision making between doctors and patients, the care of people with long term conditions and the unmet health needs of migrants.  

He currently works in London two days a week and was delighted to be asked by the Dean of the Ming-Ai Institute to write something for this project - although his contribution turned out to be rather different to what she expected!

When he is not indulging himself in such attempts at creative writing he likes nothing more than to have good conversation with his Chinese friends whilst enjoying the wonderful Chinese food which is available in London.

(October 2011)

 

Nigel Mathers是位對中國食物、文化及女士的喜愛者!他去年一直努力地學習普通話, 最近終於高分通過漢語水平考試(閱讀與聽力)初級試。他到現在仍弄不清楚到底應該是自己還是他老師,對這傑出的成績感到驚訝!

他的專業是在學術醫界,一半的時間為國家醫療服務看診,一半的時間在大學做研究,同時也在倫敦的皇家學院工作。他目前的研究興趣是醫患共同決策,及移民健康需求的不足。

他目前一週在倫敦工作兩天,並為受到明愛學院院長邀稿而感到欣喜 -- 雖然他交稿的內容未必如她所料!

當他不是沉醉在創意寫作時,他最喜歡的便是在倫敦與他的中國朋友一起享受中國美食並愉悅的交談。

(2001年10月)

 

Nigel Mathers是位对中国食物、文化及女士的喜爱者!他去年一直努力地学习普通话, 最近终于高分通过汉语水平考试(阅读与听力)初级试。他到现在仍弄不清楚到底应该是自己还是他老师,对这杰出的成绩感到惊讶!

他的专业是在学术医界,一半的时间为国家医疗服务看诊,一半的时间在大学做研究,同时也在伦敦的皇家学院工作。他目前的研究兴趣是医患共同决策,及移民健康需求的不足。

他目前一周在伦敦工作两天,并为受到明爱学院院长邀稿而感到欣喜 -- 虽然他交稿的内容未必如她所料!

当他不是沉醉在创意写作时,他最喜欢的便是在伦敦与他的中国朋友一起享受中国美食并愉悦的交谈。

(2001年10月)

 

Translator 譯者

 

“Can you write us an article?” Considering Nigel’s medical background, I’ve suggested healthy food as the subject.
 


“Of course I am happy to…” Nigel paused for a while, and then said, “But healthy food is such a boring topic, can I write a love story instead?”
 


“It is a food project…”  Maybe he doesn’t understand what I mean.
 


“I know, and it will be food related.”  Nigel nodded his head, adding, “and sexy.”
 


“Er, I can’t see why not…” a little bit far-fetched but arguable. 
 


If music be the food of love, play on…”  He reassuring me with Shakespeare, so I agreed to translate the story and discussed the storyline with him.  British Chinese Food Culture, so the plot has to emphasis the culture differences and similarities between East and West, food or no food.
 


It is a joy in translating, food and love, the most essential elements to support our life!  Hope you enjoy it too.




Chungwen Li, Dean of Ming-Ai Institute.

 

 

「可以幫我們寫篇稿子嗎?」考慮到 Nigel ‬的醫學背景,我建議寫健康食物。

「當然沒問題…」頓了一下,Nigel 說:「不過健康食物這題目太無聊了,我可以寫個愛情故事嗎?」

「這項目的主題是食物…」,也許他沒聽懂我的意思。

「我知道,故事會和食物有關。」他點點頭,,偷加一句,「和性感。」

「嗯,也沒有不可…」,有點牽強但可以爭議。

如果音樂是愛情的食糧,播放它…」,居然拿莎士比亞來保證,我便請纓替他翻譯,並開始討論劇情。英國中餐文代,不管有沒有食物,那故事主線必須強調東西文化的異同。

翻譯的過程是帶著一份愉悅,食物與愛,維持生命的重要元素!希望您們也同樣欣賞!

李中文,明愛學院院長。

 

 

「可以帮我们写篇稿子吗?」考虑到 Nigel‭ ‬的医学背景,我建议写健康食物。

「当然没问题…」顿了一下,Nigel 说:「不过健康食物这题目太无聊了,我可以写个爱情故事吗?」

「这项目的主题是食物…」,也许他没听懂我的意思。

「我知道,故事会和食物有关。」他点点头,偷加一句,「和性感。」

「嗯,也没有不可…」,有点牵强但可以争议。

如果音乐是爱情的食粮,播放它…」,居然拿莎士比亚来保证,我便请缨替他翻译,并开始讨论剧情。英国中餐文代,不管有没有食物,那故事主线必须强调东西文化的异同。

翻译的过程是带着一份愉悦,食物与爱,维持生命的重要元素!希望您们也同样欣赏!

李中文,明爱学院院长。