I told mum the only dish she could cook that would remind me of Hong Kong was luncheon meat, and I really craved it. So despite her misgivings about its lack of nutrition, mum cooked me luncheon meat.
But still it's not the same.
But still it's not the same.
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well, there are other 'meats' in hongkong you are craving for. afterall, food is a metaphor for sex.
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Anonymous, at 3:16 PM
eh. luncheon meat doesn't seem v erotic to me though.
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Anonymous, at 3:28 PM
well, you can have unerotic sex. :) just like luncheon meat is the mishmash of functionality triumphing over form and taste, some sex is like that. nonetheless, fried luncheon meat with a coating of egg is very comforting on a sick day, accompanied by porridge.
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Anonymous, at 9:42 AM
if u could get the same thing here, that would make it so much less precious, no?
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Anonymous, at 3:40 PM
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