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ever seen someone more excited for pie?
we made it rain fries on the pizza
cinnamon bun heaven
I guess wine helps
Noticed this slightly perturbing trend while stalking my own tagged Facebook photos — apparently it’s not hard to tell at all what brings me the greatest joy in life.
(These aren’t just smiles, people, they are expressions of profound ecstasy.)
Dinner tonight: Oyster omelette, fried tempura, stinky tofu hot pot. The stuff a Taiwanese fob-child’s foodie dreams are made of.
I’ve always wondered what it’s like to have cranberry sauce and honey-baked ham at Thanksgiving dinner. And I don’t think my mother would know what a casserole was if it hit her in the face.
My holiday dinners usually look a little more like this: seafood chow mein, sushi rice, mei fun (rice vermicelli), ba wan, salmon, tea eggs, cold spiced beef, ai yu lychee drink, mysterious stews, Chinese veggies, jiu cai bing, etc. We even had egg custard tarts and fried sticky rice cake for dessert. Don’t get me wrong, it was delicious — but SO FOBBY.
I, of course, in the most helpfully festive manner possible, brought the chips and guac. (In my defense, the store was out of the canned blueberries I use to make my famous blueberry pie. Famous not because it’s amazing — even though it is — but because it’s the one and only thing I am capable of making and making consistently well, and thus I have been bringing it to family parties since the 90s.)
Tortamisu @ Extraordinary Desserts
Bonus points for this particular slice of cake since it was comped by my mom. This overindulgent dose of sugar/saturated fat was well-deserved after a long day of entertaining my backseat driver mother and “well that’s a low shirt” father.
Sidenote: I could honestly start a blog just to document my dessert consumption.
I am on a diet. I am on a diet. I am on a diet… of DELICIOUSNESS, that is.
You know your study session at the library is going well when you’ve eaten more squares of chocolate than pages you’ve read.
Just lowering my blood pressure, one candy bar at a time.
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