La lutte continue

[desperance]

"Fall back! Fall back...!"

There is less than an hour before my guests officially arrive; I may legitimately expect them to be late, but not by much. I am not, alas, going to make the jiaozi. (These are dumplings, stuffed with pork-and-cabbage, boiled and dipped; they're fabby next day too, fried, at which time they become known as panstickers. For, uh, obvious reasons...)

But the cucumber has been well and truly smacked, the silver fish await their final dressing, the soup's looking good; the porks are simmering, each and each; I have dry-fried the sweet fresh bamboo shoots, which is as much as I can do in advance for those; the ants can't really climb the trees until the last minute; I'm starting to think about tidying up, clearing the table, that kind of thing.

Vacuuming will not be occurring today. Unless they're very late.

Comments

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I love potstickers...