Had I anticipated enough courage to pick up the topic of peach and mascarpone again this summer, I probably wouldn't have cashed that sob-story so early. After that horrendous disaster of a pie, if that pile of slumpy menace could still be called that
I'm mega-watt sick guys. Really. STAY AWAY on the other side of the computer and try not to touch the screen I am highly contagious! This is like the 100+ times I've gotten sick since I moved to Beijing because my unevolved Canadianess is no match for China's uber-advanced virus. My further disrespect for it led me to go out for a night of harmless chatters over my favorite Sichuan face-torching/throat-choking dishes, which left me MUTED after I came home. MUUUTED, people. Paralyzed and powerless even when I saw a lift of a leg at the sofa across the apartment (!!!!