During the Tang Dynasty, a story was told of a chef "who could chop so thinly that the slivers would blow up into a current of air. On one occasion, it is said, a pile of them formed into a storm, turned into butterflies, and flew away." I stumbled on this gem of magical realism while reading the chapter devoted to the Tang era in "
A Storm of Sichuan Butterflies
A Storm of Sichuan Butterflies
A Storm of Sichuan Butterflies
During the Tang Dynasty, a story was told of a chef "who could chop so thinly that the slivers would blow up into a current of air. On one occasion, it is said, a pile of them formed into a storm, turned into butterflies, and flew away." I stumbled on this gem of magical realism while reading the chapter devoted to the Tang era in "