My wife cooked tong-mein (soup-noodles) for us today. Mmmm… And she’s not even Cantonese. Some things can be forgiven and forgotten.
There are some who believe that there are love languages.
Sounds kinda hokey to me, but there seems to be some validity to
it. I think my love language is good food. I’m not joking,
I really think it is.
I thought it was “mian”.
bri, jfwu and i were just talking today about the good ole days on regent with you and bchew cooking. mmmmmmm… remember the ten bowls of rice at gum kuo? that was insane. 😀