A QUESTION OF LIFE STYLE

My apartment mate, who has an almost clinical interest in certain things, was sharing details about cyst sacs from her side of the table on which our computers reside. You can probably understand that A) we do not watch the same stuff on youtube, and B) some of us are far less interested in such things. If she ever wins the lottery, get ready for a museum of disgusting biology. Think of the souvenir shop!

Bio-hazardous materials for food, fun, and profit?

Perhaps it's a bright new business opportunity!

Like you would expect from a Lowell girl.


Judging by the soft Vietnamese mewing sounds coming from her computer at times, she watches an awful lot of dermatology videos. Neither of us understand a word of Vietnamese so we have no idea what those ladies are talking about as they prod, pinch, and suction. Could be dinner, or nice greasy snacks.

Similarly, I too often talk about food. But I'm more anal retentive neurotic Dutchman about it.
I obsess over regular visits to familiar places, the available condiments, and HK milk tea.

Several places I actually like very much do not have milk tea.
If they did, I'd go there much more often than presently.

One place has neither chilipaste nor Sriracha.
Some food absolutely requires either or.


Nevertheless, I am a man of broad tastes. Nearly everyting goes with HK milk tea and hot sauce. Except possibly dim sum. I cannot recall milk tea ever being offered at reputable dim sum restaurants. Hot sauce, yes. Sometimes.



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