While it is true that I ate my weight in starches and proteins on Thursday, and that I have more turkey than I know to do with, and there are cakes and cookies everywhere I turn in the apartment, Landlady Chang and I decided to ignore all these factors, as well as her own leftovers and the global recession, and host a hot pot party last night. With our very own dual-mala hot-and-clear-broth pot and everything.
That's all I wanted to share. My fingers are the only things I can lift anymore. And I'm about to have hot pot day-after soup for breakfast.
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