For five years, we always avoided having yum cha at the Chinese restaurant up the road, mainly because My Mother Said So. Yesterday we transgressed that dictum with Bobbie and David, and for hours after our delicious feast, our heads were exploding with what must have been megatons of MSG. I felt like taking off my Darth Vader breath-mask ("but you'll die!" "nothing can stop that now...") and sighing with my last breath, "tell my mother, she was right about them... she was riiight..."
