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A bit less than three years ago, February 2007, I had my first hot pot dinner.
I liked it, but not too much. Lots of stuff together, boiled. I was not sure what all the fuss was about.

A bit more than six months ago, at some point in Spring 2009, I had my second one.
I liked everything, except for the fish cakes. Reconstituted fish from god knows what parts of fish? No, thanks.

A hour and half ago, more or less a handful of minutes, I had my third one.
I was ecstatic. I still am. Fish cakes were among the first things to be thrown in, and I liked them, especially one that looks like a cylinder, delicious. I had them with cabbage and radish. Then mushrooms, soy bean sprouts, and tofu. Then fried taro (oh, taro!!). Then shrimps! Then--ok, I feel bad--pork. Then (yes, there is still a then) more mushrooms, sprouts and tofu and cabbage. Then noodles. Eventually spinach.

What the hell was I thinking three years ago?