After a double full meal in Flushing's Chinatown of mushrooms and cucumbers, 'tiger vegetable', chive and pork dumplings, scallion pancakes, conch in red oil, pork spareribs with chili, tofu and sour cabbage casserole, crispy lamb, more scallion pancakes, and caramelized taro, I hopped on the train and frantically made a corn salad for the bbq I was to go to that evening. A bbq at which I managed to eat 4 ribs (2 Memphis, 1 Kansas, 1 Curry Pomegranate glaze), corn salad, potato salad, chips and dip, bread salad, and rice pudding, summer berry pie, and chocolate pudding pie.
And for a moment, my inner voice questioned, "REALLY Kiyomi? REALLY? WTF." A more real voice earlier that day actually demanded of me that I take a picture of myself eating ribs for proof that I really did such a amazingly idiotic thing after such a delicious and huge meal of Chinese food (our group is moving up in the world, we got the 'special' private room).
But you know what, it was DEFINITELY worth it. I don't know the last time I've had such wonderful ribs. These ribs were the best home cooked ones I've ever had. What a meal what a meal. I could say the same thing about my Chinese food meal.
So perhaps I shouldn't question my life choices after all.
Oh except for the fact that I totally forgot about the two birthday parties I was supposed to go to today. I literally forgot all about it. I guess I should attribute my awful forgetfulness to having food coma? I don't know.
Tomorrow is Long Island's North Fork, so sleep it must be...
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