I did zero cooking today.
Instead I indulged to the point of explosion.
These occasional tastes of going back to work full time remind me of how far I've fallen since quarantine started because it is so damn hard to wake up and it is so damn hard to stay focused for 8 hours.
At least Doug brought me
tomato baked pork chop from Leisure Cafe, a treasured HK comfort dish he introduced us to that has been one of many reasons for my undoing. It sounded so weird and confused when he first described it. And most definitely not what my impression of "authentic HK food" was as he insisted. Oily fried rice... smothered in tomato sauce... over pork chops... and topped with melted cheese?? Wut. But it seriously fucked me up. I craved this pretty regularly to the detriment of my physical health. It was probably just what I didn't need to stay awake for the rest of the day, but I managed to eat the whole thing anyways knowing full well we were going to get burritos for Cinco de Mayo picnic in Joyce's front yard. So I was grossly regretfully ashamedly stuffed... while I ate several bites of my lengua burrito and washed it down with one glass of horchata and one glass of poor woman's sangria anyways.
And also rounded out the day with almost getting T-boned (when I had the green arrow tyvm) and almost driving into a shootout (okay I'm being dramatic but really, next time don't drive towards the 5-6 cop cars with their lights flashing).
No photo evidence was had from me so here are the tacos we had almost a year ago in Mexico City:
Expendio de Maiz Sin Nombre//amazing little modest open air kitchen with no set menu that brings you dishes of seasonal ingredients based on what you like or dislike until you can't eat anymore, highlighting giant kernels of crunchy corn and all served on earthenware and in coconut shells. So good we went back.
pc: Joyce
pc: Joyce
Mercado Roma//your typical trendy market hall in a trendy neighborhood. It doesn't hold a torch to street tacos though.
pc: Emily
