(I’m not sure why she’s using this pan to brown the duck, since there were definitely bigger, more appropriately sized ones.)
At the enormous supermarket in Brooklyn’s Chinatown, my mom saw a bin heaped with unidentifiable dirt-colored nuggets and watched as a woman filled a bag with them. Ever curious, she questioned the stranger as to what they were and what one does with them. She didn’t catch the name (which the woman could only report in Cantonese), but she found out that they’re not so unlike a cross between potatoes and water chestnuts. And when she sauteed them (and combined them with carrots, black fungus, and pig intestines), that’s what they tasted like. If you happen to know what they might be, please tell us.