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It seemed to be emanating from the apartment upstairs and my mom and I couldn't stop exclaiming over it.
Even though I'd just gorged on a huge feast, my saliva glands were starting to go into overdrive from the overpowering onslaught on my olfactory nerves.
After marveling at what the lovely aroma could be, we stepped through the door to our apartment, and realized: We were the fantastic cooks we were giving raving compliments to.
The smell wasn't wafting from upstairs, it was coming from our own stove.
My mom was making 蹄膀 (tí páng) earlier in the day.
But, when we came home, it had become this:
Cooking Lesson #1: The best way to produce mouth-watering food is to forget to turn off the stove when you leave the house.