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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
DH got me a lovely pearl necklace. He also got Olivia a small, matching (but cheaper) version. So cute.
Aww! You're like Marge and Lisa Simpson!
(Also, DO NOT image google "Marge and Lisa Simpson" if you have SafeSearch turned off. It seriously never occurred to me that people would draw obscene incestual Simpsons art. But oh, my god, they have.)
Egg nog is made and mostly consumed. Waffle eggwhite disaster cleaned up in kitchen. Gifts exchanged--tiki earrings received. Sister has never heard of tiki bar. Hec despairs and knows not why.
Konked out Grace is cute. Dancing Noah is cute. Christmas kids are cute.
We just got back from consuming massive amounts of dim sum. I may never eat again.
(The best part was the Chinese woman - not an employee - who came over to us right after we sat down and expressed her shock and delight that we liked Chinese food. It would have been patronizing, but she looked so genuinely pleased that we were there that we just joked about having a traditional Jewish Christmas and then pointed to DH and my sister who had both lived in Hong Kong. This sort of thing is why I prefer Sunset Park to Chinatown in Manhattan.)
expressed her shock and delight that we liked Chinese food.
Is she not a permanent U.S. resident? USAian and Mexican cattle barons in the old west competed for workers by hiring Chinese cooks to improve food quality on cattle drives. The North American love affair with Chinese food is by no means new. (And I do mean all of North America. In addition to Mexican and USAian cattle drives, I believe the Canadian timber industry started hiring Chinese cooks at the same time.)
Merry Christmas!
My goose is cooked! The SO is carving it as I type. It's a very midwestern high starch meal. But I have hopes at this point. Meep!
Love all you guys. Glad you're a part of my life.
The kind of Chinese food that most Americans enjoy is not the kind that is called "Chinese food" by actual Chinese people. At this place, we were the only full table of white people there that I could see. The table numbers were all called out in Cantonese except ours because the girl taking names had written "English" next to it.
This far into Brooklyn doesn't tend to get a lot of people from outside the immediate neighborhood - it's on the N train and kind of annoying to get to without a car, and most tourists don't even know Brooklyn HAS a Chinatown worth visiting. (And the bordering neighborhoods are mostly Hasidim, who would be hard-pressed to find anything non-treyf on the menu. I think even the sesame balls are fried in the same oil as the bacon-wrapped shrimp dumplings.)
Mmm. Bacon-wrapped shrimp dumplings. Treyf heaven.
Ah, when you said "Dim Sum" I should have realized you meant real Chinese food. Though in my experience, most Americans do like real Chinese food if they get a chance to try it. (In some cases I suspect this is contingent on them not knowing the ingredients, but applies to a lot popular American staples as well.)
Bacon-wrapped shrimp dumplings. Treyf heaven.
Yeah, they were pretty much packed with awesome.
We even got Dylan to try a chicken foot this year! And he ate a snail, which is more than I was willing to do.
