No Congee For Me
Sadly, my first and most likely last trip to Kwong Chow went a little like this:
I ordered Hong Kong-style congee.
A steaming bowl of white on off-white appeared
smelling of dirty white.
I tried one bite, two bite, three bite...four
Only shame forced me to go that far.
I am but a lame-ass white girl after all.
I ordered Hong Kong-style congee.
A steaming bowl of white on off-white appeared
smelling of dirty white.
I tried one bite, two bite, three bite...four
Only shame forced me to go that far.
I am but a lame-ass white girl after all.
posted by ... at 12:24 AM
1 Comments:
You are so funny.
I don't care for congee either but I hear it's like soul food for those who love it.
Thank God you have a blog. And a good one at that. At least I can get a small fix of a gal I wish I could see more often.
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