My boyfriend, Donald Chow called me yesterday while I was sitting at work starving, he told me that we had a date the next night for CHINESE FOOD! Tonight is the night! I haven’t been eating because I’ve been preparing what I want, I know I will exceed my daily caloric intake, and I know Margie Steinberg is going to be so mad at me when I tell her I can’t go to the gym on Sunday… (sorry). Tonight I want some five spice chicken, salt and pepper shrimps, that fun eclectic ADD looking soup, and fortune cookies. Is it fat of me to plan out my meal 24 hours in advance? I lied when I said I haven’t eaten all day. I had a cookie this morning. It was delicious. I’m not sure what it is about this chinese restaurant that makes me so happy. Is it the waiters that teach me how to count from 1-10 in Cantonese? Or maybe the old bubbies complaining about how they didn’t win Bingo this week? Maybe it’s the garbage bags on the table used as tablecloths. Whatever it is. I love it. Chinese food can bring a smile to my face. Wow, I sound so fat.