"JUST TWO FOLDINGS, GUYS. TWOOO FOLDINGS!" I literally cannot wait, cannot put another wasted minute between you and this recipe. Cannot contain the overjoy in the fact that I have fulfilled the purpose of why I was put on this earth, my designated service to humanity
"THEY HAUNTED ME LIKE THE SWEETEST NIGHTMARE" I want to begin today by saying, "I'm sorry, Kelly. I sidetracked." A few weeks ago, a reader sent me an earnest suggestion saying that ever since she lost contact with one of her beloved things to eat, the curry beef buns from Chinese bakeries, that she has missed it dearly, and that it may fit eloquently into this humble blog of mine because from what it seems (and she's right), that I'd love me some curry, too. Oh yes, Kelly. Oh you have no idea, curry and me are like this. We tight. However
"SO WHAT DOES THE LETTER 'Q' TASTE LIKE?" I. Love. This. Stuff. Everybody, girls especially, who has or shares an Asian background, loves this stuff. This stuff is so popular it's practically in the freezer section in every respectable Asian grocery stores, big or small. This stuff is so unstoppable, that although originally meant to be eaten on a single Chinese holiday only, now is enjoyed all year round. People look for excuses to eat this stuff. Given that it's warm, soft and sweet, it's a comfort food for the mentally wounded. But then again, given that it's a circle which symbolizes "wholeness" and "content", it's a must-item in Chinese weddings, too. Boyfriend dumped you, you eat this stuff. Getting hitched, you eat this stuff. You see what I mean? This stuff is called tang-yuan (literally soup-circles), aka sticky rice balls. Why do Asians love sticky rice balls so much? To add to your confusion, it all comes down the mystery of one single alphabetical letter - "Q". Asians love stuffs that are "Q", and this, this is "very Q". I'm sorry, what the fuck am I talking about? I mean what does the letter "Q" taste like anyways! What does any letter taste like? But
"VALENTINES, STEP ASIDE. THIS IS PROFESSIONAL LOVE LIFE" I was born a cynic. I mean was that not obvious? Had I been able to remember I'd say with certainty that I came in this world, a genetically negative and unpleasant baby who cursed at the color pink if she could form words, who went on to earnestly suggest divorce with a LA divorce lawyer as an alternative lifestyle for her parents at age five. Perhaps the last ounce of my lacking fluffiness died with the moment when my best friend stuffed Raccoon was brutally trashed in a random afternoon while I was away citing ABC's at pre-school, the last straw in leaving a cold, hardened human being walking this lonely planet believing that all loves are, ultimately, just temporary. So yes, I was born with, and still have now, a good faith in cynicism. But somehow at the age of 27, I married my very first boyfriend. How did that happen? Don't ask me, because after 5 1/2 years of dating and another 6 years in marriage, I've still got absolutely no clue. I mean that's not what a respectable cynic would do, is it? Well first, let's
"Sometimes a moment wasted IN COOKIE-DELIVERY
There's a Chinese saying that goes "A loser in love, a winner in casinos." It simply means that the good fortune you lack in one aspect in life will be compensated in others. Well
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