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5 reasons self-supported marathons are the best.

Monday, May 2nd, 2011

5. flexible start time.
Why get up before the butt-crack of dawn when you can better simulate a start time of when you get off the bike in an Ironman, which is after 1pm. ;) No, I’m not lazy, we all know I can never sleep in past 7:30am.

4. choose your own route (not unlike MBE’s choose your own adventure).
Because living in a small state is still a novelty for me, I charted out a route that goes into Pennsylvania AND Maryland, just to say I ran a marathon going through three states. (In California it takes 4 hours driving to reach the Nevada border and 6 hours to hit Oregon.) You can also plan to have real flushable toilet stops at gas stations/Wawa/7-11′s!

3. have your own soundtrack.
OK, these days you see a bunch of marathoners ignoring the “no ipod” rule at races but I’d still be freaked out that I could like…win something and then they’ll be like, “wait! She wore her ipod! DQ’d!!”

2. no entry fee!
No further explanation needed, my broke-ass pro status is enough.



……and the #1 reason why self-supported marathons are THE BEST:

Aid stations have Slurpees and Reese’s PB cups!!!!!

yes there are 4 different flavors in this. the magic running sticks keep cash & route directions from getting sweaty, and are very photogenic.

And anything else you feel like, really. :D with about 90mins left of my run, I found myself at the University of Delaware campus where there was a big 7-11 with 10 flavors of Slurpee. There was Mountain Dew and Pina Colada and Blueberry and Fruit Punch…and Coca-Cola and Lime…so the Camelbak got a Slurpee refill! Be careful not to drink it too fast, brainfreeze you know. :)

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…if I could figure out how to keep a fresh Slurpee in my Camelbak on race days that would be like the most awesomest idea ever!

I love a good monster run. :D

The Waffle Traumatization

Wednesday, April 6th, 2011

About two years ago at training camp, there was an incident with a waffle that left me severely traumatized. (Has it been two years? Coach has me working on a little story for him about my earlier days on the team, so I’ve been reminiscing a bit.) Suffice it to say that triathlon is a sport where it is important to be lean if you want to go fast, and I was not lean and I was not fast. (Although being taller does help hide it better…) So I got enough of an earful to traumatize me from waffles for two years.

Living at training camp with other pros exposed me to all kinds of strange and fascinating eating neuroses almost everybody had. More so with the girls as it seems the boys could all eat like dump trucks and still be skinny bastards. There were a few bitter weeks following the Waffle Incident when I lived with Scottie and Zack AKA “Dumpster,” and true to his name, sometimes Dumpster would eat 6 Eggo waffles as a snack. (He wasn’t trying to be cruel to me, that was just normal for him.)

Well, I am happy to report that I am on my way to a full recovery on waffles. I don’t like them with whipped cream (that’s only good on sundaes) or maple syrup (too sugary and I have no dental insurance) but here is one of today’s blueberry waffles with my own blueberry topping (Greek yogurt, frozen blueberries, a pack of açaí berry-flavored Emergen-C, and flax seeds):

nom nom nom happy tummy song

I wouldn’t go so far to say that it was the best thing I ever ate, but I have learned many things since my earlier days on the team. While I had quickly learned how to make myself really hungry and miserable if I wanted to get really skinny really fast, I later learned that there are healthier ways to go about getting lean without just saying “this is bad for you” and “that is bad for you” regarding everything that actually tastes really good. :)

Along with waffles, I am also currently cultivating a very “healthy relationship” with bacon and ice cream. ;)

Happy eating!

why chinese people aren’t vegetarians.

Monday, March 14th, 2011

I mentioned going home for my Grandma’s 85th birthday dinner and I was really glad to be there. My huge Chinese family (my mom is one of 6, and I’m one of 15 grandkids) took up 4 whole tables (the big round ones with the spinning thing in the middle) at her favorite Chinese restaurant. These giant tables set the stage for this edition of Girl Vs. Food.

someone needs to get married soon so we can feast again!

If you’ve seen my blogs on what we eat during Thanksgiving and Christmas it should come as no surprise that the concept of being vegetarian has always been weird to me. We’re big on slaughtering the entire animal kingdom during family feasts. So I just don’t understand how people say they never liked meat growing up and that is why they don’t eat it; obviously they weren’t Chinese. ;)

Although I know there is a book called “The China Study” toting a vegetarian diet, I’ve never read it and am not sure where they found these mythical Chinese vegetarians.

Grandma’s birthday banquet was pretty similar to a 12-course wedding banquet, Chinese New Year feasts and whenever we have big family special occasions at restaurants. The members of the animal kingdom that died for a very worthy cause included:

  • Jellyfish
  • Shrimp
  • Pigs x2 or x3
  • Chickens x2
  • Fish
  • Crab
  • Lobsters
  • Cows
  • Scallops
  • Sharks (shark fin soup!)
  • Abalone (I thought they were mushrooms)

There was even tofu in there somewhere, but we all know that’s not a real animal. ;)

I was kind of sad we didn’t have Peking duck (I never made my way to Philly’s Chinatown for that) until I tried what Grandma had substituted it with–a new (to me) Chinese dish I’d never seen….chicken stuffed with sticky rice and fried up…WHOA!

winner winner stuffed chicken dinner!

In addition to the 12 entrees we had 3+ desserts. There was birthday cake in two flavors, then jello with condensed milk (in mango, green tea, and grass jelly flavors), homemade almond cookies, and mini bun things stuffed with red beans.

I love this photo because my grumpy Grandpa is smiling :D We used to think he never smiled.

And no, everyone in my big fat Chinese family isn’t actually morbidly obese. Surprising, isn’t it? I swear we don’t eat like this every day. :) And never fear, Mom made sure to pick up a Peking duck for me at Ranch 99 before I left home. :D

First Valentine’s Day in the First State

Wednesday, February 16th, 2011

Wow, it’s the first time in 3 years that I actually get to spend Valentine’s Day in this country and not at training camp in a hot & humid Asian country. In 2009 I was in the Philippines and last year I was in Thailand.

I didn’t get a chance to post up a V-day blog last night as I was too busy eating a hefty slice of Godiva chocolate cheesecake. I usually don’t like cheese or cheesecake, but if it’s chocolate-flavored then that makes it allll right. ;) Plus the Cheesecake Factory gets “bazinga” points from the Big Bang Theory. :)

Bazinga! no, seriously. It was REALLY GOOD.

Anyway, nothing says love and hearts like my favorite little Asian comic girl. She likes white boys, just like me. These are from Lela Lee’s book “Angry Little Girls in Love.”

Here’s my version of the 6 stages of dating:

Stage 1. The First Date.

Yes, this happens all the time. Boys lie and post up old (or strategic) photos of themselves.

Stage 2. You realize he’s not The One.

Wait for it...wait for it...

heh heh heh. Some of us are happier being single. Then there are those who bitch about being single all the time.

Stage 3. At this point, you don’t really care if you hurt his feelings.

Man up. Guys don't really have feelings.

Stage 4. See other people.

Stage 5. Dammit, why can’t I get rid of him?

Boys can never take a hint.

Stage 6. Realize that he still pays for dinner and that you are still a struggling pro triathlete.

Keep paying for dinner and I'll let you stick around. ;)

Hey, a girl’s gotta eat. Happy Valentine’s Day :D

the Wongstar’s Superbowl Recap

Tuesday, February 8th, 2011

I don’t really watch football. I get disgruntled that the football players each get paid a bajillion dollars as professional athletes. I certainly don’t make a bajillion dollars. Then I get upset when they don’t catch the freakin’ football. Why are you getting paid a bajillion dollars to fumble, dammit?

I don’t know all the rules and positions, and I always giggle when they say “tight end.” But you know, once a year there’s the Superbowl, which I only watch for the commercials, to see what exciting celebrities are singing the national anthem and performing at the half time show, and for the awesome food at Superbowl parties.

Apparently Christina Aguilera screwed up the lyrics to the Star-Spangled Banner, which I kind of thought she did, because I always sing along in my head and I thought maybe I screwed up, but nope, it was her. The Black-Eyed Peas did the half-time show and they were all right, though I kind of hated Fergie’s outfit and there were no wardrobe malfunctions. Their “I Gotta Feeling” song, made popular by the teamTBB music video back in 2009, is still a big hit:

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The coolest part of the half-time show was when Usher came on and danced. He’s an awesome dancer. I wish I could dance half as good as Usher. (You can see my moves or rather lack thereof in the above video.)

I also kept seeing “Superbowl XLV” and thinking “Superbowl Extra Love.”

As for who was playing and who won, I was rooting for the team with the yellow pants. If you didn’t watch, both teams actually had the same yellow pants. This made the game extra confusing for me. I don’t know why they couldn’t talk to each other beforehand and wear different colored pants, unless it was on purpose and they wanted to be coordinated. Kind of like going to a party and someone else is wearing the same outfit. Awwwwkward!

I am absolutely amazed that it costs $3 million for a 30-second Superbowl commercial. Eminem was in two commercials. In the first one, he was animated and said something about “that’s why I don’t do commercials,” then in his second one he was live-action and I kept yelling “Hypocrite! Hypocrite! You’re doing another commercial!” Then there was the sexy Kim Kardashian ad with those stupid Skecher shoes that don’t even work:

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But as a Star Wars nerd, my favorite was the little Darth Vader commercial. I had already seen it on YouTube earlier but still gotta loooove it:

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As for Superbowl party food, I made some awesome guacamole and then the best things ever…I have christened them “Pigs in Bacon Blankets”:

mmm look at that delicious bacon grease!

All you do is cut bacon strips into thirds, wrap little cocktail hotdogs in them and toss them in the oven at 350*F for 15 minutes. Magical! The best part is that there are leftovers. :D

Gung Hay Fat Choy!

Friday, February 4th, 2011

not that the Wongstar ever needs an excuse to party.

What’s way more exciting and important than silly ole Groundhog Day? CHINESE NEW YEAR! Wahoo! Happy Year of the Rabbit! Here is my new favorite Sanrio bunny, Kuromi:

drink more water, be a superstar!

Which comes with a superstar secret tip on how to encourage yourself to stay hydrated: get yourself a supercute BPA-free water bottle. This bottle was under $10 at Target, by Thermos’s “SIPP” line. I like how it looks uber trendy like a bottle of VOSS water you get at fancy nightclubs. Then I slapped on a Kuromi sticker (from Ebay) and now I loooooove it even more and want to drink water all the time!

Kuromi is like the mischievous punk answer to the sweet pink My Melody (my childhood favorite). Here’s what the Sanrio website has to say about her: “My Melody’s friendly rival is a tomboy who loves making mischief and causing trouble! Although she may look tough, she is actually very girly and is attracted to good-looking guys! Kuromi enjoys writing in her diary and is hooked on romantic short-stories.”

Aw how sweet. Making mischief, causing trouble, attracted to good-looking guys…just switch “diary” to “blog” and she sounds just like me. ;)

Anyway, a Chinese New Year blog is incomplete without a proper Chinese horoscope forecast for 2011! Here is mine from Moonslipper.com:

“The Year of the Rabbit will be a much quieter year than 2010 for the Rooster. However, the Rooster will have to curb his natural exuberance and enthusiasm just a bit in 2011 and practice some patience and common sense.

On the work front, it will be vital for the Rooster to work closely with his colleagues and practice his networking skills. This will stand to him during the months of March, April, November and December when unexpected developments happen. All the work he does now on the career front will pay dividends in 2012, the Chinese Year of the Dragon. The Rooster should also consider any opportunities he may have to study or for training. This would go extremely well for him and again benefit him greatly later on in the year.

On the social and romantic side of life, this will be a much more settled and quiet year, which will be to many a Rooster’s liking. March, July and August look to be the most active on the social scene. A word of warning though – the Rooster must take care to temper his words with friends and not be too harsh. A quarrel or end of a close relationship could result.

Financially, the Rooster may have a few home-related expenses this year with repairs, decorating and renovations. It would be wise to manage any project sensibly and shop around for the best deal; Chinese Rabbit years can be expensive for all signs. On the whole, 2011 looks like being a pleasurable and encouraging year for all Roosters.”

Happy New Year everyone! Tonight I am celebrating with lychee martinis made from Haamonii Smooth Shochu. This weekend I plan to head over to Philly’s Chinatown to see what kind of New Year shenanigans are going on over there and hunt down some authentic Chinese food. Maybe there will even be lion dancing and firecrackers which used to scare the bejeezus out of me when I was younger. I’m totally jonesing for some Peking Duck!

how to cook a kidney?

Tuesday, January 25th, 2011

In this special Broke-Ass Triathlete edition of “Bizzarre Foods with the Wongstar,” I bought a ginormous beef kidney for 80 cents. It’s almost 1.5 pounds! It was hanging out next to the liver and I thought I’d give it a try. Sometimes a pro triathlete girl on a tight budget has no other choice than to buy meat with the fluorescent orange “Today’s Feature” sticker…and/or date boys with real jobs.

kidneys filter your pee. liver filters alcohol!

I’ve never cooked my own kidney before although I’m sure I’ve had it in one of our weirdo Chinese dishes in my lifetime. I’m wondering if it’s the same as cooking liver. I could just Google it or call Momma Wongstar (I’m sure she’ll call me when she sees this post anyway) but heck, I figure some of you iron chefs out there might have favorite kidney recipes. Right…? Well feel free to discuss in the forum!

a very Wongstar Christmas

Friday, December 31st, 2010

It was just like A Charlie Brown Christmas. There was a dog:

Snoopy, played by Guinness, supervises the home cooking

There was a Christmas tree:

this tree has an Asian angel on top

There was even some advice, with me as Lucy in the psychiatrist booth.

Only it wasn’t. There was a lot more food and dessert, a Nerf war, and some adult beverages…and my advice was very questionable.

Haamonii lemon + champagne + lychees + frozen berries = mmmm!

But then again, Lucy’s advice has always been questionable. ;)

Anyway…this is how my original blog began:

The end is near! The end of 2010 anyway. And the end of a decade. Has it really been over a decade since I was in high school? So over Christmas, at one of the many family feasts, my older cousin invited her co-worker and his family, which included twin teenage daughters that were high school sophomores.

My cousin proceeded to brag about me: what I do for a living (triathlon) and also what I went to grad school for (prosthetics). I then found myself giving sage advice to the high school girls on how to get into every college you apply to and, of course, dating advice. By then this was the third Christmas feast and I may or may not have been tipsy. Sober or not, I found it equal parts miraculous and hilarious that I had somehow turned 29 years old within the last month and was in the position to give advice to 15-year-olds. Holy crap I just did the math on that; they were like half my age. (!!!) Ok, maybe they were 16. Still.

Well, whether I was qualified to dispense advice or not, here’s what I said…

How to get into every college you apply to:
1. Get really good grades.
2. Study like hell for the SAT’s, and retake them a few times.
3. Kiss up to your teachers so you can get great reference letters.
4. Participate in extracurriculars.

They asked about the “personal statement” and I wasn’t very helpful; I just said that I had always enjoyed writing and was always pretty good at it. I also didn’t elaborate on the above four points and tell them about my 4.0 GPA and valedictorian ranking, or the 1510 SAT score, or that I was captain and MVP of the cross country team, rifle captain of the color guard, played the flute in the symphonic band, and was some type of board member for various clubs (the Chinese Club, the science club, the Spanish club, the Block W letterman club). Ah, minor details. But that’s how I got into every college I applied to. (Yes I just tooted my own horn but keep reading.)

My dating advice was along the lines of “Go to prom but don’t take high school boys very seriously.” Their dad wanted them to wait until college to date and I remarked that he was being pretty generous as Momma Wongstar didn’t want us to date until we graduated college. (HAHAHAHAHA.) They wanted to know who I went to prom with, and I said “some idiot who now works at the Costco gas station. That is why you should date college boys, because high school boys are dumb.”

Of course, being high school sophomores, this whole thing could totally backfire and they might hook up with college boys while they are still underage. Oops.

I also told them that in high school, it was important to learn not to be so awkward around boys. Maybe I was really just talking to my 15-year-old self. I was way more dorky and awkward than these super cute twin girls, who aren’t really awkward at all, and who probably get asked out by ALL the high school boys ALL the time. You know, my own nerdy high school self probably would’ve hated them. Yeah, the high school Wongstar had to ask three boys before scoring the prom date who now pumps gas. But she got into all her colleges and turned out all right despite being such a late bloomer. Wait, how did this turn out to be a rant about me during those awful high school years… :(

Anyway, here are a gazillion Christmas photos from the multiple feasts where, if you remember my Thanksgiving blog, we slaughter the entire friggin’ animal kingdom. Every meal includes at least 5 types of meat and 5 types of dessert. Hey, we Wongstars don’t do anything half-assed. There was a Chinese/American feast, a Burmese feast, and a Chinese/Filipino feast…

The edible animal kingdom:

honey-baked ham. almost like bacon

Mom with the prime rib

crab, cow, pig, salmon

Now there are two things you can add to any dish that make everything taste better: garlic and REAL BACON.

fends off the vampires. Team Jacob, hey!

my sister didn't come home so we didn't have to have that turkey bacon crap.

They went into the mashed tators and my new holiday favorite as inspired by white people: green bean casserole!

we put garlic AND garlic salt in the mashed tators. 100x the goodness!

when in doubt, spell out things with bacon.

Speaking of high school days, the holiday soundtrack included Hanson (my collection), the Carpenters (Mom’s collection), and the very awesome Trans-Siberian Orchestra.

yes, the Mmmbop guys! who looked like girls!

While the girls did the cooking, the boys (my bro and my dog) had a little Nerf war:

terrorizing the dog. go Giants!

Guinness takes cover!

The first bottle of Haamonii was popped open before 3pm on Christmas Eve, and let me tell you…holidays with the family have never been so tolerable! I mean, enjoyable! I mean…!

Right, moving on, dessert:

we adopted Amy again and put her in charge of the dessert

she made two gluten-free pumpkin pies, not that it mattered with all the other gluten-filled gluttony. see what I did there? ;)

dessert from a Filipino bakery (Goldilock's) and a Chinese bakery (Sheng Kee)

more pie and more Christmas logs

Apparently white people do fruitcake and Asian people do Christmas logs:

another Christmas log. the prettiest!

fried bananas with ice cream

And it wasn’t Christmas without a screening of Elf!

one of my fave Xmas movies :D

It was also the first Christmas for the newest generation of our family, baby Ethan:

baby Ethan with his Uncle Kenny re-enacting a scene from "The Hangover"

Seriously. And so you see why one of my winter goals is always “Don’t get fat over Christmas.” I managed to escape any further fattening and made my way back to The First State without getting stranded in any more airports. I will miss the dog and everyone else but it’s back to work. You don’t become a triathlon superstar by getting fat over Christmas.

hope everyone had a great pig-out over Christmas like we did!!! :D

what to do (eat?) when stranded overnight at an airport

Thursday, December 23rd, 2010

When booking a flight home for Christmas from the east coast to the west coast, do not fly through Chicago. You will end up getting stranded there. Then you get a chance to write up something like “The Top 10 Things to Do When Stranded in Chicago Midway Airport.”

There was a bit of a snowstorm. Not as crazy as in Europe, but enough (3 inches of snow) that the second leg of my flight home got cancelled. They don’t pay for your hotel because it’s not their fault, it’s the weather. My 2-hour layover became a 16-hour layover and I got to practice the all-nighter skills I learned back in college.

So other than blowing up everyone’s Twitter page with mindless tweets to pass the time, I decided to add another rule to Xena’s blog on counting calories during Christmas: when stranded in an airport, calories consumed to combat anger, stress, and despair do not count.

You can say I made the most of my visit. While many would become unbearable grouchy in such a situation, I thought of it as another fantastic travel adventure. Positive outcomes only! So if you ever get stranded in Chicago Midway airport for 16 hours, here is what you should do:

1. Sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want for Christmas. Yup there was a Santa in the terminal.

he kept me on his lap for over 10 minutes.

2. Eat an ice cream sundae at McDonald’s.

3. Finish writing your Christmas cards.

coffee to stay awake and a croissant in the brown bag

4. Eat a chocolate croissant.

last time I had one was at Swiss camp 1.5yrs ago.

5. Write a whole week’s worth of blogs.

6. Eat a Chicago-style hot dog.

when in Chicago, eat a hot dog like Chicago-ans do.

7. Watch a few episodes of West Wing on your laptop.

I like hot guys named Rob.

8. Eat an apple turnover.

9. Catch up on your emails.

10. BAZINGA! You thought #10 was going to be about eating something else, didn’t you? No, it’s: catch up with all the important men in your life on the phone, like your travel sponsor and your Chicago friends Ben (my Lake Placid roommie) and Mark from Runners’ High N Tri (aka “bobsled sponsor”). Who would’ve bailed me out if there wasn’t a snowstorm outside and it didn’t take 3 hours to drive to Midway and rescue me. It’s the thought that counts though!

Oh, but dawn arrived and so it was breakfast time. One last bonus meal at the frozen yogurt place that opened at 5:30am “Red Mango.” (Like “Pinkberry” and reminded me of how Sarah from Chuck worked at “Orange Orange.”) Now, I’ve had yogurt parfaits and frozen yogurt before… but never a FROZEN YOGURT PARFAIT!

Extra credit #11. Eat a pomegranate frozen yogurt parfait!

with fresh blueberries & strawberries, granola, and sliced almonds. MMM MMM MMM

Then I was lucky enough to start boarding an airplane and barely ate anything for the next 9 hours. Instead, I hibernated on the next two flights to finally get home. The first thing I wanted to do after 32 hours in airports and airplanes was…no, not eat…take a shower!


A Superstar Thanksgiving Birthday

Thursday, December 2nd, 2010

playing Iron Chef

I was born on a Wednesday. This is easy for me to remember because I was born on Thanksgiving Eve, you know, the day before America’s unofficial National Eating Day. Thanksgiving always falls on the last Thursday of November so every now and then, like this year, my birthday is actually on Thanksgiving. So I’ve also associated my birthday with a big holiday where you eat with family to the point where you are overstuffed. This probably explains why I am so enamored with food.

the Thanksgiving spread

When you grow up as the first generation of USA-born Chinese-Americans (they call us “ABC’s”)with parents that immigrated to the USA as teenagers, family holidays are an awesome blend of the various cultures. Of course you then think that your version of Thanksgiving is pretty normal but the more I grill my non-Asian friends and watch some standard TV commercials for Thanksgiving, the more I realize that everybody’s got a different version of what they eat for Thanksgiving. So I figured I would share with you what the Wongstar family version is like…

Deep-fried turkey! Animal #1

Everyone knows there is the turkey. Now the white people* version of Thanksgiving turkey is baked in the oven with stuffing, which is like soggy squishy bread crumbs, and eaten with cranberry sauce. I don’t think I ever even had stuffing and cranberry sauce until I went off to college and the dining hall had a Thanksgiving meal for us. We used to bake the turkey too, until we started deep-frying it years ago, and now we usually have deep-fried turkey. Asian people like deep frying birds.

Prime rib! Animal #2

I was discussing with my friend Natalie, who is half Korean and half white, about what a Wongstar Thanksgiving is like, and her conclusion is that my family single-handedly slaughters the entire animal kingdom. See, we don’t just have turkey. Sometimes we have 5 different kinds of animal. Turkey, pig (honey-baked ham), cow (prime rib), fish (salmon), and sometimes chicken and even other sea creatures like crab. What, you mean you don’t have a billion different kinds of meat at your Thanksgiving? Maybe it’s a Chinese thing, like how if you’ve ever been to a Chinese wedding it’s a 15-course meal with every animal and sea creature imaginable.

Salmon! Animal #3

I’ve been watching TV more these days with my other job as a MSN TV freelance writer, so I started paying more attention to the holiday commercials. Something called “green bean casserole” kept coming up for Thanksgiving ads and then I started hearing about it on the radio and seeing it when local restaurants were advertising Thanksgiving catering options. A quick Facebook and Twitter query to my friends and fans (“What is this green bean casserole? Is this a white people thing?”) drew so many responses that I had to investigate. Here’s the official Campbell’s Christmas commercial. Apparently it’s not just a Thanksgiving thing but a Christmas thing. Who knew!

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We have never had green bean casserole for Thanksgiving, but apparently it’s a Thanksgiving staple, and TOTALLY a white people thing. Momma Wongstar actually knew what I was talking about…because she too had seen the commercials. Well I like green beans, adore onion rings, and loooooove bacon (!!!). Cream of mushroom soup is pretty good too, and now that my curiosity was stoked, I decided I would make it for our own Thanksgiving. Well, white people like to make it with canned green beans, which is unacceptable for Asians. So I made it using fresh green beans and instead of using canned French-fried onion rings, I got real onion rings from the place that has the best onion rings…Johnny Rockets!

the Asian Superstar version of green bean casserole

I’ll have to post the recipe up later, but it was a smash hit! Ok, I’ll admit that it ended up being a bit light on the green beans and heavy on the onion rings…heck, it was more of an onion ring casserole than a green bean casserole. But we demolished it!

then my brother came home and finished the rest.

In addition to the entire animal kingdom and onion ring casserole, there was also our other standard Thanksgiving fare like my sister’s garlic mashed potatoes with mushroom gravy, and Chinese stir-fry veggies and some sort of Chinese soup.

mashed tators!

Then there was dessert. Variety is the spice of life and a Thanksgiving birthday feast is not complete with a ginormous selection of dessert. We had 5 different types of cheesecake, chocolate cake, pumpkin cupcakes and 4 types of mini shot glass desserts (chocolate mousse, tiramisu, lemon meringue, and something raspberry).

birthday dessert!

SOOOO awesome. Best Thanksgiving birthday ever! I hope all of you had a great Thanksgiving too!

we adopted Amy for the holiday. notice the mix of Chinese and Catholic relics in the kitchen.

*on the use of the term “white people”: hey, the Wongstar never claimed to be politically correct. Would you really prefer if I said “Caucasian”? Really? It’s such a funny word. It’s like “Cock + Asian”. If you are offended, don’t read my blog. The Wongstar doesn’t apologize for the truth.