Sometimes I think about how every decision I’ve made, everything that’s happened to me has led me to this moment in my life. This is what I thought last night when I stood on a street corner in Las Vegas outside the Bellagio with hundreds of people, watching water spray out in pretty patterns while “My Heart Will Go On” played.
I didn’t tell my friends, but making hot pot in a slow cooker was a total experiment. It worked. We had Sichuan hot pot, with all the fixin’s: lotus root, napa cabbage, dumplings, potato, enoki mushrooms, meat, and whatever green leafy vegetable I picked up at Shuang Hur. I didn’t make the traditional whole fish, because I’m grossed out by whole fish (plus, it would make my whole apartment building smell), but there were long-life noodles. Also: Tsingtao. Lots of Tsingtao.