Oct. 21st, 2002 02:02 pm
Hong Kong Foodie
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muckefuckOutside on the street, some students from Hong Kong are selling cha siu bau and curried fishballs to raise money for their organisation. Of course, this reminds me of the scene in My life as McDull when he's trying to order a dish in shabby noodle shop that's run out of both noodles and fishballs, and I said so. Turns out, none of them had any idea that the movie had played Chicago only a week ago. This surprised one of my co-workers who also saw the film, since his Korean hirelings were acutely aware of the Korean films in the festival. Speaking of which, seeing the flats of VitaSoy™ reminded of that Margaret Cho bit where she says, "VitaSoy™--it's good for you!" But I figured HKers wouldn't know that reference and didn't mention it.
I never did tell y'all what the fixin's we risked our lives to bring home last night were used for. I made a big pot of kimchipap and watched in amazement as Monshu, who usually doesn't have much of an appetite at dinnertime, demolished it. Seems he had skipped lunch, with the result that he ate up what I had been counting on for my lunch. (Or dinner. Leftover kimchipap makes great fried rice!) At any rate, my rare run of eating out has been broken; its last gasp was the milanesa I ate on Saturday night. In its own way, it was the equal of the seafood pastilla I had at al-Andalous the night before--yes, Monshu did submit to my gentle arm-twisting and agreed to try a new (to him) place in the area. Tonight's meal will probably be quesadillas or soup--something quick while I try to get abreast of my household drudgery.
I never did tell y'all what the fixin's we risked our lives to bring home last night were used for. I made a big pot of kimchipap and watched in amazement as Monshu, who usually doesn't have much of an appetite at dinnertime, demolished it. Seems he had skipped lunch, with the result that he ate up what I had been counting on for my lunch. (Or dinner. Leftover kimchipap makes great fried rice!) At any rate, my rare run of eating out has been broken; its last gasp was the milanesa I ate on Saturday night. In its own way, it was the equal of the seafood pastilla I had at al-Andalous the night before--yes, Monshu did submit to my gentle arm-twisting and agreed to try a new (to him) place in the area. Tonight's meal will probably be quesadillas or soup--something quick while I try to get abreast of my household drudgery.