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COMPASS MAGAZINE, December 1997 - January 1998. VOL. 5 ISSUE 1

The Myth of Fortune

By Mia Shanley

Something occurred to me recently while standing in a Taichung bakery. As I sifted through the shelves of breads and sweets, it suddenly dawned on me - I haven't seen a single fortune cookie since I arrived in Taiwan.
A small but significant revelation.
Leaving the bakery in a state of confusion, I began sorting through my experiences with Chinese desserts thus far. Had I not paid close enough attention to the end of every meal for the past three months? I wrote home immediately. This was big news. Either something was wrong with me or something was very wrong with Taiwan. Ah, my stubborn American mind.
The truth began unraveling the next day when my Taiwanese co-worker informed me that in his 30 years on the island, the only place he had ever seen fortune cookies was in movies. Imagine, a Chinese person who has never seen, touched nor tasted a real-life fortune cookie.
Unraveling the mystery proved to be anything but easy. Local bookstore workers insisted that my moon-shaped sketch was a "shui chiao". After understanding that the fortune cookie was not a greasy dumpling, they helped me search the shelves. We rummaged through every Chinese dessert book in the store - unsuccessfully.
Frustrated, I went online. I scanned every cookie web page in the world. Databases with thousands of fortunes, freelance fortune writers, recipes for making massive quantities of the treat, select flavors to order - plain, chocolate, vanilla and citrus - with a fat free option, if desired.
Just as I was giving up hope, I made a hit with a website called "American folklore". One look at the word "folklore" and I knew my dream of the authentic cookie was over.
It seems that Seichi Kito, a Japanese-American, is considered the originator of the cookie. The original cookies contained Haiku poetry - again, Japanese. Kito sold them to area Chinese restaurants as a dessert item. His son is now the third owner of Fugetsudo, a Japanese sweet shop in downtown Los Angeles' Little Tokyo. Even today, the original fortune cookie molds still sit in the windows, collecting dust and offering memories.
I had been fooled by the fortune cookie market. Of Chinese-American icons, fortune cookies always ranked up there with dragons, Jackie Chan, cheap paper takeout boxes with scribbled red characters, dimly lit restaurants with paper lamps and sweet and sour chicken. So much for authenticity.
Fortune cookies, by most standards, are hard, tasteless and dry. A friend once told me that this creation was the only mistake the Chinese made in the kitchen. Fortunately, the cookie's magic is revealed within. The trick is just revealing it without ripping it in half. That must be bad luck - Chinese style, of course.
Americans fall for the fortune cookie everyday. There is rarely a Chinese meal that ends without the tasteless treat. What they don't know is that every time they devour a little cookie, they are carrying on a tradition of their own - an American tradition that is only 100 years old.

 

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