Dan Dan Your Face Off
I'm gonna be away for the entire next week
I'm gonna be away for the entire next week
There's nothing more unappetizing to start this conversation by saying that these days when I sit down, my tummy-folds can sort of touch my thighs
Dear juries if I may, truth is I wasn't planning on baking something for Valentine's Day. Clearly as you can see beyond the deceiving cuteness, these muffins have no place near the category of Romantic V-Day offerings unless the need of a relatively presentable figure wasn't on the agenda for the end of the night
Because of this, Jason and I had almost nothing but a bottle of soy sauce to sip on Chinese new year's eve. Because of my fixation on having something called a "meatloaf melt" in my archive, I was giddying and bustling in the kitchen the night before NOT on a Chinese feast but an American staple with a Korean twist. Because nowadays I am more a traffic-seeker than a considerate home-cook, we desperately loitered on the deserted Beijing streets only few hours before new year's eve dinner, earmuffs and Uggs equipped and all, bracing an empty pot from home meant as a carrier for hot-pot soup which turned out was irresponsibly gone on holiday as well. Like I said, almost nothing to eat. This unhealthy obsession was seeded the moment I noticed a boom of kimchi grilled cheese recipes sprouting everywhere on TV, magazines, restaurant menus and all across my peripheral vision. As weird as the union between the spicy and garlicy Korean pickle and a slab of cheese may sound to some, it really isn't
Everybody, Happy CNY! Yes, only 2 months after Thanksgiving and 1 month after Christmas comes our very own Annual-eat-ourselves-senseless Day. And you think you've got difficulty shedding pounds before Valentine's Day ("Honey, your gut has never looked more sexy!")? So I thought
Is it too late in our relationship to declare that I'm not into chocolate? Should I have said that on the first date along with things weighing the same importance like "I have 10 children"
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"
(??) (??) *UPDATES AVAILABLE Oh dear. Oh dear. Gather up guys, because do I have a funny story for ya. (Am I gonna tell you how my old layout dumped me on a post-it?)