Cassia Blossom (Mu-Shu) Pork

Probably my first real Chinese meal was in a little restaurant in the back of a gas station on Route 1, just outside Princeton. While the husband pumped gas up front, the wife cooked splendid food in the back—either hamburgers and fries for the dazed truckers who wandered in or pot stickers, mu-shu pork, and other marvelous everyday Chinese wonders for the band of local Sinophiles who knelt rapturously (and hungrily) at her feet* I, at the