No, the magic ingredient is not alcohol despite the photo. I’ve had a breakfast of 肠粉 (rice rolls), 刀切糍 (not sure if there is a name for this) and 烧肉 (pork belly); then a lunch of fresh bamboo shoots fried with two kinds of pork, sautéed gaaichoy and two kinds of pork, friend together. It was something rather perfect. It might just be something latent in the crockery. But probably not. It is the taste of home.
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Tuesday, September 26, 2023
The magic ingredient
No, the magic ingredient is not alcohol despite the photo. I’ve had a breakfast of 肠粉 (rice rolls), 刀切糍 (not sure if there is a name for this) and 烧肉 (pork belly); then a lunch of fresh bamboo shoots fried with two kinds of pork, sautéed gaaichoy and two kinds of pork, friend together. It was something rather perfect. It might just be something latent in the crockery. But probably not. It is the taste of home.
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