THE PINEAPPLE BUNS/PO LO BAO

"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

THE SAUCY MARRIAGE PUDDING

"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

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