Musical Chairs: the Hong Kong way of eating

There is one aspect of eating out here that I have not quite adapted to yet. When I eat at little street-side restaurants, I inevitably end up sharing a table with someone-due to the amount of people living here and the lack of space. Well today, I was seated at a small round table with another person, then a family of 3 was seated there when she left. The host asked me if I would move to another table with more room. So I changed lunch companions once again. At my new table I ended up eating with 3 other groups of people. And I didn't think I was that slow at eating! I guess there are no strangers. Anyone could be joining you for your next lunch! When I go home, I might just find myself joining complete strangers at restaurants.

Fa Sang Jeung

Fa sang jeung....peanut butter! that's what I had stuck in my head. In the midst of my thoughts was this single word. I really don't understand how such a random word can fit in with the thoughts of the day. What's even crazier, I never spent any effort trying to remember this word: it was just one of those words we came across in our food chapter in Cantonese class. How can my mind remember such an inconsequential word and not remember the essential phrases I need in the moment I need it. Maybe it's just doing its job... sticking to the roof of my brain! Now, how to get that to happen to the other words I need to know...