Pasta with Mom/Celiac in Hong Kong

I thought I’d take my mom out to pizza yesterday, to shake off the virus variant blues. She does like variation in her diet. It had been a while since I’d last had pizza–it’s not easy to find celiac-friendly food in a new place. There were copious glowing reviews of Pizza Express by celiacs online. When I arrived at the Times Square branch, I found no gluten-free options on the menu. The manager told me their supplier had stopped offering it during the pandemic. I ordered penne ai funghi for my mom and the octopus carpaccio appetizer for myself. She liked her dish. I accomplished one of my goals.

She readily agreed to dim sum and a walk in Victoria Park today. The parallel bars were perfect for her to practice walking again. She went back and forth several times before returning to her wheelchair. There was a group singing nearby, which made our bench next to the hisbiscus flowers a pleasant place to rest for a while. Mom felt the first drops of rain and immediately said she wanted to go back. I was slow to respond, so we got a bit wet. As we left the park, I heard a woman singing over what sounded like a gamelan melody coming from a boom box.