Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Egg Tarts and Country Squires

I love this story about the Phoenix Bakery's strawberry cakes in Chinatown, Los Angeles. My friend Betty wrote it, and while she was reporting it a couple of weeks ago, I got a chance to join her and spark a few of my childhood memories. Namely, death-matching with my older sisters in the back seat of the car, parked in the bank lot on Broadway while my parents food shopped. My mom insists we were never left alone, but who's paying attention when you're being tickle-tortured on the floor mat of a Ford Country Squire station wagon? The best memory: Pink boxes carefully tied with string and filled with egg tarts, sesame balls, yellow-sponge and taro cakes.