More Thanksgiving Business

This may primarily interest Levy, but I've got the skinny on what I ate for my Thanksgiving lunch. I decided to set Mom's depictions of my squeamishness to rest by taking whatever my coworkers threw at me. Koon was picking out items based off of how much he could frighten us; Joanne just really wanted the stuff she picked (this girl can eat; she once bought an entire chicken for lunch and ate it all in one sitting). As each item was brought out she would inform us on how each dish would benefit our health. Apparently drunken chicken is good for women (can't figure out the correlation), chicken feet make you a faster runner, and jellyfish increases your stamina in the swimming pool. Who can argue with those sound statements?

Luckily I have a lot of pictures to document this meal, as Joanne took one every time I tried something new. This, combined with everyone staring at me as I took a bite, did not instill a lot of trust, but most things turned out to be okay.

Andrew's unfinished chicken foot (I ate a little more than him, but not a lot

Koon's plate of bones after devouring his chicken footThe jellyfish (it tasted watery and seemed to expand as I chewed)

This should impress Levy, as it will creep everyone else out: I'm eating, unbeknownst to me, pig blood.

This actually just tasted like mushrooms and tofu, but I'm still going to steer clear in the future.

PS: I saw a car like Qais' a few days ago and got really excited to see him for a minute before reality sunk in: I'm in Hong Kong. This is one love that will not die!