HONG KONG’S CURRY FISH BALLS OVER RAMEN
[ezcol_1half] Drifting over moving chaos, under the clouds of settling dusts, weeks
[ezcol_1half] Drifting over moving chaos, under the clouds of settling dusts, weeks
[ezcol_1fifth] [/ezcol_1fifth] [ezcol_3fifth] XI'AN-STYLE SMUSHED LAMB MEATBALLS BRAISED IN JOY-JUICE, STUFFED IN CH-ENGLISH MUFFINS
[ezcol_3quarter][/ezcol_3quarter] [ezcol_1quarter_end] THIS COULD VERY WELL BE, THE ONLY SENSIBLE THING THAT SHOWS UP HERE FOR THIS ENTIRE WEEK
I fancy myself as a divine dinner party hostess. I fancy myself as someone who embodies the total coolitude of Guarnaschelli's professional kitchen-wizardry, set on Martha's pristine estate filled with ponies, and accompanied with Beyonce's crowd. Someone who could present a seemingly-casual-and-approachable but truthfully-intended-to-shock-and-stun dinner display with nothing but an elegant breeze in and out of the kitchen, in a spotless oh-so-nothing white dress that belongs in Diane Kruger's closet. I fancy. But the reality is