A Taste of Home(ish)

So after getting the munchies late at night, I open my fridge to find that I had totally forgot I had moon cake that my mom sent me. Everything was dandy as I was happily cutting the cake while being nostalgic about all the delightful Chinese foods that are not available here. When I was done cutting I was shocked, SHOCKED, to find out that the cake wasn’t your average lotus seed moon cake. It had NUTS. The bane of my existence. What the hell, Mom? What the hell… You’re getting a call tomorrow, young lady!

I know you’re all horribly jealous of my pimp ass utensils.

Happy 50th post on Blogger!

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