The kitchen was littered with appalling mounds ofraw food: A slimy rock cod with bulging eyes that pleaded not to be thrown into a pan of hot oil. Tofu,which looked like stacked wedges of rubbery white sponges. A bowl soaking dried fungus back to life.A plate of squid, their backs crisscrossed with knife markings so they resembled bicycle tires.
The way Amy describes the food displays the disgust she feels towards her culture, despite her growing up with these dishes, she views them as strange because of her desire to conceal her culture