It's classic Post Yum Cha Stress Disorder, and I'll probably get over it and eat something else in about 15 minutes, but right now I feel more pork bun than woman. I'm a wobun; sticky sweet sauce pumping through my veins, soft dough for flesh and marinated pork clinging to my bones.
TBH I'm actually vaguely hungry again after describing a wobun. What is wrong with me??
I'm psyched about the possibility of being OIII with you that is "Over Indulging in India" to the uninitiated. Can't wait.
ReplyDeleteI know! I don't care how bad the Delhi Belly is - I'm still gonna come back fatter. High five!
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