chinese chicken

M very generously shared the equivalent of gold here i..e. prima taste chicken rice packets with our friends. what began as a small dinner party eventually grew to village proportions! was tickled how it wasn't chicken rice but chinese chicken to the italians. but the chinese chicken turned out great and i felt a bubbling of national pride as the mountain of chicken rice levelled. spent a good part of the evening skinning, deboning and shredding chicken (oh how i detest the feel of fat on my fingers...) but it was worth it and M fed an army. the chicken prep was eased by the copious amounts of polish vodka that R's brother and friends smuggled across the border. unsurprisingly, there's still some polish vodka left and tonight we're doing a polish party with polish wedding (???) music at R's. yay to multiculturalism and generous friends.

"what do you mean you don't like chicken?!"

please note perfectly sliced and deboned chicken on plate, chicken rice leaves on other plate and bowl-shaped portion of rice with dao you (thick, sweet, dark sauce) heart.

vaguely apprehensive polish guests

and i've a teensy tiny confession to make. i don't eat gai fan. not in singers and not here. the only things i eat at BTK's the deep fried tofu and pei dan zou (century egg porridge) so i brought my pasta champoh over and poured chicken rice chilli and ginger on it to share the festivities. i'd a festive pasta.

and is it just me or does R have the hugest hands???