Sometimes I think about how weird it was to have grown up in a city state that doesn’t grow its own food and that doesn’t have seasons. ‘Eat seasonally’ was an intellectual, not lived concept: we could get anything, from anywhere, anytime, from both north and south hemispheres. Our butter came from Australia, NZ, Japan, France, Italy; even chicken came in from another country.
And yet, a lot of lived experiences with spices, cooking cultures. Maybe only HK is like that.