回头见!!

i am off,

to stuff my face with dumplings,

to play the woodblock, 

and to see aziz!

for my farewell dinner, rob + stefani + i had an all-american afteropera feast at five napkin by way of dipping my fries in about 768 different condiments. 

it was after stef and i saw kommilitonen!, which was fantastic. incredible writing... and i am so proud of my friends who performed.

see you in honk honk!!!

-yeh!!!

you may call me lily briscoe

 montauk, montauk, montauk, montauk,

each in a different accent, never wanting to stop, someone kindly have it cease. eventually a battle of chicago versus long island broke out, but then of course as the choo choo passed easthampton, mohntawk trumped maantaak. it reminded me of all of the campers and certain family members and it made me miss my nasal a.

 

there is something very sad about those few moments after all of the fall leaves have fallen and before the holiday season has begun. but we beat them with bike rides, croissants, and decreasing the saturation on our photos so that bland looks like it was meant. and leaf crunching! oh, yes, and of course visiting the lighthouse... i'd like to hop in my delorean and meet a lighthouse keeper and ask him what he likes to cook and if he ever gets lonesome. it seems like a lonesome job.

oh, by the way, can you play the piano and open clams?

-yeh!

HONK HONK

flights are booked,

it's official: 

i'm spending thanksgiving in hong kong!

i simply can't wait. 

to celebrate i made happy buns with my new bamboo steamer.

and then i realized that since i'll be spending every single day for eight days stuffing myself with buns and the like, it probably isn't a good idea to eat a whole lot now. so from now until honk honk i will go bunless and then indulge once i get there.

oy veyzmir i can't contain my excitement.  

if any of you have recommendations for what i should eat and do while i'm there, please let me know. and don't tell me to practice eating seafoodies now, 

mum already did that thrice. 

-yeh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

spotted dick pudding.

it's #thingsyoucan'tnotbuyatagrocerystore

it is cake in a can,

it is called dick,

and there are bubble letters on it!

how do you see that at the fairway without giggling a little bit and tossing one into your basket??

there is some great commentary about it here {where the name becomes spotted richard}

and here {where the decision to change the name is deemed ludicrous and so it is changed back to dick}

but so yesterday for breakfast i boiled {!!} the can to cook its contents, opened the can, dumped out the little cake, and ate approximately 1/5 of it.

and it was totally delicious. moist and sweet... just like a honey cake. it is supposed to have a custard-y accompaniment, but i thought it was delicious on its lonesome. 

i hadn't known what to expect, since my pudding knowledge until yesterday was swiss miss and rice to riches. but now i feel all couth now, having experienced the british pudding.

 this is making me miss my british counselor friends...

-yeh!