![]() ![]() She then poured salt into my empty palms. Ermei and I had a little back-door business. Her family gave her to the missionaries so they wouldn't have to marry her off and pay a dowry. Her name was Ermei, Second sister, one daughter too many of a family with no sons. When they sat down to eat, they took turns saying "Please pass the salt", and added even more. I liked salty things too, but not everything salty. They wanted their food to taste as if it were dipped in the sea. The salt was another matter, not cheap like today. The lime powder I saved from washing clothes. Anyway, I put these very fresh eggs into a jar of lime and salt. Maybe the old ones have bones and beaks already growing inside. To make thousand-year duck eggs, you have to start with eggs that are very, very fresh, otherwise, well, let me don't know, since I used only fresh ones. I took only what people wouldn't miss, one or two eggs, that sort of thing. Before breakfast, every day except Sunday, that's when I stole them. Duck eggs, I loved them so much I became a thief. ![]()
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