Work has descended on me like a plague of locusts, which is actually a better simile than it initially sounds because the work in question is a massive cloud of tiny, persnickety write-ups that have been devouring every spare minute and brain cell.
Well, not quite every spare minute. I took a little time last night to cook from Fuchsia Dunlop's Revolutionary Chinese Cookbook
, specifically her hot-and-fragrant spareribs
, Pock-Marked Ma's tofu
, bok choy with chestnuts
, and some Yueyang hot-dry noodles.
It was all pretty good. Sorry, friends, pretty good is about all I can muster right now. I am experiencing extreme adjective fatigue.
Meanwhile, the plastic tarps are all gone and my house is undergoing radical transformation (see above), I am getting pudgier by the minute (peanut oil + pork = Hunanese food) and now I must leave you to dredge up something pithy, witty and kind to say about The Lovely Bones.
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