Eleven Minutes

Posted by on Jan 28, 2010 in Asia, Pictures | No Comments

A flour-capped mountain of wet dough is the day’s hourglass: when the dough is gone, the day ends. The noodle maker digs a deep fistful then beats and weaves thick goo into taut threads, from whence my noodle bowl lunch emerges in eleven minutes. “How can you make a living today?” he shakes his head, “Get up early and run fast.”

“Qidezhao, paodekuai!”