I’m recovering from slight food poisoning. All fingers point to momos from a street cart in Queens as the culprit since that’s the one thing my BF didn’t eat and I did last week, but of course, I can’t be hundred percent sure. For scientific purposes, I tried to get David to eat a leftover momo in the fridge after I got sick to verify the source of contamination, but he strangely refused. I guess love has its limits. Fortunately, my case of food poisoning is pretty mild, and I’m coping by eating plain foods that don’t exacerbate my constant nausea. Yesterday, that came in the form of congee at Hing Huang. MORE ยป