An American Barbecue in China

After these photos were taken, Yuan became mysteriously trashed, and then we dosed him.


Yuan brought the dirty South to Shanghai. He channeled Bob Ross into some happy potatoes.


Meanwhile, Michael channeled some chocolate onto a metal pan in a process that took several hours.


"I was thinking mousse, mousse, cake, chocolate, mousse, cake, mousse?"
"Can I dip my balls it when you're done?"


Did he?


A cake grows in a Chinese refrigerator.


My contribution to the cause: stalking mushrooms. Then I went prowling for tomatoes.


Yuan's watermelon relish.