"Do you want to get some dumplings?" asked John.
"OH SWEET JESUS YES!" was my internal reply, although I probably said something less frighteningly enthusiastic like, "Um...sure!"
Three weeks ago when I went to John's apartment in Brooklyn (Bed-Stuy) for an afternoon of movie watching, I skipped lunch since I had woken up so late and—by that point—figured I could just stave off caloric intake until dinner. And while I could've waited until dinner—I have the ability to will my appetite into dormancy for long periods of time if I really want—the prospect of dumplings was hard to resist. (And for anyone who's worried about how unhealthy it is to eat like that, trust me, I already know. But when I'm not hungry, I just don't want to eat. I think this is why I'm not obese. Yet.)
He made a call to the neighboring (as in, a less than 10-second walk from his front door) Chinese take-out, U Like (we need more restaurants whose names resemble the lingo of tween girls), for an order of fried vegetable dumplings. And, true to the name of the restaurant, we did like. For just $3.75 we had a filling snack of eight fat dumplings made of thick dough—a bit crisp on the outside, soft and slightly chewy on the inside. I forget exactly what the filling was made of, but I would guess some generic shredded vegetable mix. Cabbage, carrots, etc? There weren't the kind of dumplings I would buy frozen and eat at home for dinner—those are usually the thin-skinned type—but they made a nice snack.
John let me have all the sauce—some kind of spicy soy sauce thing—not because he didn't like it, but because, as he had discovered from previous experiences, he was allergic to it. What ingredient in the sauce caused his lips to swell up? We have no idea. I ate it without suffering from inflammation, but you might not be so lucky.
And on a totally un-food-related note, I met up with Mare that night for eating, jumping, and other favorite roboppy activities. If you've been reading my site since my semester in Paris about one and a half years ago, you may remember Mare, a fellow American student in Paris, as one of my best friends there and in general, just one of awesomest living creatures in the world. When she said she was visiting NYC from her current home near Boston, we had to meet up...and take jumping photos (courtesy of John). 'Twas an exhilarating moment of gravity-defying fun. I just thought I'd share that with you.
(And if you're curious, dinner was eaten somewhere in between the dumplings and the jumping at Cho Dang Gol. Don't worry—I can haz a sufficient number of calories.)