Saturday, July 3, 2010

PYCSD

I ate Yum Cha (aka never-ending Chinese breakfast of doom) with my family this morning, and now I can't do anything except lie on the couch and wonder why we needed to say yes to eight different types of pork buns, why I needed to try them all, and why we do this every time and never learn a god damn thing.
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??

2 comments:

  1. I'm psyched about the possibility of being OIII with you that is "Over Indulging in India" to the uninitiated. Can't wait.

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  2. I know! I don't care how bad the Delhi Belly is - I'm still gonna come back fatter. High five!

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