because the islington dumpling factory opened at 1 a.m. on dec. 30, the assembly line was reduced to a staff of one. but he proved a very adept dumpling-maker and i have a sneaking suspicion he was chinese in a past life.
we rang in the new year with "orientalfest" - lychee-sake cocktails, dumplings and jeon, rice cake soup with homemade dumplings (dduk mandu gook), fortune cookies (mine read: "an admirer is concealing their affection for you") and mochi rice cakes for dessert.
the cuties brought lentils (an italian tradition), and we had grapes (spanish), a pink candy pig (um, southern american?) for the countdown.
michael had ambitious plans to make a million beating us all at mah jong but we got smart and decided to sing our hearts out with singstar karaoke instead. i'm sure my neighbors were pleased to let us serenade them...
ryan definitely won, hands down. he is the karaoke master.
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