Lamb is one of the defining themes in my life these days.
(Warning!: Here comes a post where I talk about three things that are not at all related, except in the deep recesses of my sometimes hard to fathom mind...)
And often when I'm feasting on yang rou, I'm also wearing yang rong. Translation...I'm not only eating lamb meat, I'm wearing lamb's wool as well. (We'll have to save the zhende haishi jiade discussion for another time...That is, is it real lamb's wool?) I came to China not expecting to purchase a single item of clothing. I have the clothes I need, I'm not looking to expand my wardrobe...You get the idea. But there I was, in a local marketplace, haggling with a merchant over the price of these lamb's wool long underwear. I think I was half into it for the sport of jiang jia ("talking price"), and half into it because I was curious about the whole long underwear thing. Well, before I knew it, I was the proud owner of the warmest piece of clothing I have ever had. I wore my yang rong all around Chengde and felt toasty the entire time, even out on the frozen lake (well, maybe toasty is a bit of an exaggeration). And now that we are heading to Harbin this week, Desi and the kids have followed suit and added lamb's wool to their expanding China collections...
Does that make me a cannibal?