Yum Cha: A Kung Fu Experiance

I have had a strange desire, brought upon me from I forget where. (It might have been Meva, but I forget)(One day I insert links but till that day... keep on trucking)

This desire is to have Yum Cha. The chinese meal of steam baskets filled with dumpling gold.

Mmmmm......... Dumplings.

I will admit to having been to Yum Cha before, but only once. I remember the person who took me, Andrew Toland, and the reason for going, his birthday, and the movie we saw before hand, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
An aside, this movie gave me nightmares and to this day I struggle to watch it due to remembered frightners.
Anyway, Andrew Toland, Birthday, Indiana Jones.

I remember nothing of the food, exept that his parents picked it out for us. It must have been in about year 6, so it was his 10th or 11th birth day or so, maybe more, my brain doesn't work that well with age back then.

I remember clearly the chickens feet. I remember thinking. "What am I supposed to do with this?"
Another aside, if I was to interpret this into my modern language it would come out more like this. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with these fucking things? Why has a fucking back scratcher come out of a steaming dish? Is this a fucking massage parlour as well a restaraunt? Fuck me!"
That might be a good idea though, a restaraunt and massage parlour.

Anyway, chickens feet, WTF.

If they come out tomorrow I think I might just have to have a crack at eating them. You know just to say I have, and to see if they are worth eating because of the taste. They will have to be pretty dam tasty though to overcome the look of them.

Oh, and doesn't Yum Cha sound like something someone would say as they do a spinning heal kick into your head.
I think so.

So YUM CHA! (Insert spinning heal kick here)