January 18th, 2011


The feet of the poultry and other fine tales

This morning it's 13 degrees. Dear Hong Kong, please make more of an effort to be the tropical island I thought you were. Love, Tats.

Meanwhile, I am still picking chicken feet out of my teeth. We got given a complimentary plate, see, because we spent more than $200 (that's about $45NZ or $30ish US) on dinner for four at this Vietnamese place. And since I'm all about the trying anything once, I can add it to kudu and jellyfish under 'things I've had stuck in my teeth.'

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In other news, have hipster Peter Pan: