| 穿越蜿蜒的時光隧道，隧道的盡頭是五十年代的臺灣，那裡有一個美國男孩和他的童年……已近花甲之年，回憶起童年在臺灣度過的日子，美國教授Dick不禁感慨萬千……
Food
We boiled all our drinking water and kept it in large glass jars in  the icebox. We made milk from powdered milk and got so used to it that real milk tasted funny when we first moved back to the States. Because we had Chinese cooks， we ate a lot of Chinese food. Green pepper beef has always been a favorite dish of mine. Lao Du could make fancy dishes， too， and once or twice our parents had us taste them before they told us their names， just to see our reaction. “Ants climbing trees” [mayi shang shu] was one such dish that my sister Anne and I didn’t want to eat again. Octopus tasted good， too， until we heard what it was. But we did get our share of Western food， too. Every afternoon after coming home from school， we demanded to be fed： “Ah Yu! Snack!” My favorite snack was a sandwich with two slices of tinned corned beef covered with a thick layer of peanut butter， gulped down with a cold bottle of Coke. The sandwich stuck to the roof of my mouth， and I could taste it later when I burped. | 
