DIM SUM MONTH STILL CONTINUES… OK, I know it's not February anymore, but there's still a couple more dim sum I want to share so DIM SUM MONTH is oozing into March a bit
Every Who Down in Who-ville Liked Christmas goose a lot
The wee-light of early morning started seeping in through the curtain, adding to my sense of unease particular to someone who knew she had done wrong and was most certainly about to get caught. Jason's morning-siren promptly started barking at 6:30 (no, really, the alarm is a dog barking
So. It only took me 10 months and an extra 5 pounds to finally squeeze a salad into this blog. Not too shabby if I may say so myself. But the truth is, every month I shout: "Who THE HELL'S GUT is this!?" for like 50 times, followed by: "It definitely ISN'T mine but it's telling me to go on a diet" for about 30 times, followed by: "I SWEAR on whoever's gut this is that I'm going on a diet!!" for another 20 times. And I TOTALLY SWEAR 99% of the time I actually mean it which leaves me just as lost as you are of why only 0.1% of the time it actually happens. This thing called "self-control"
(??)???? OK, I sort of bashed it in my previous post (as if it matters), and stripped its right for photos (as if they care). But maybe I didn't make myself as clear as I should have. What I meant was, the tourist-trappy pre fixe we ordered SUCKED, yes ( "Ma'am, this is Robuchon's signature this
(简体)（繁體） My tormenting yet bittersweet affair with eggs has been nothing short of a Hollywood love story. It began as mutual loath in early years, but turned into a passionate obsession overnight in adulthood. Then six month ago at the height of our oblivious happiness, we were torn apart and forbidden by authorities without warning or mercy