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November 14, 2008
Chinese takeout was a gift from the gods I already didn't believe in, even in my single-digit years, but the eggrolls themselves were enough to make me think I should start not only believing but flailing in the aisles of an auditorium packed with tongues-speaking evangelists.

The deep-fried wrapper, golden and bubbly with an oil sheen, was just crispy enough to resist the knife that cut it in half to reveal its steaming treasures. It was impossible for my eager pincer-fingers to resist plucking a few chunks of red-edged pork, the most precious jewels, as a pre-appetizer appetizer.

Continued 11/15