I love ヴェラ because she took the 豬血糕 I did a real bachelor's job reheating—meaning cracking open the lid—back to the microwave, stood in front for some time, and returned with it completely transformed, the cilantro neatly stacked on top of each piece, the crushed peanuts and chili sauce (and heat) more of a presence than a formality, determined as she was to convince me that the brownie-like version at Kanpai a week before was, and she's right, a poor introduction to the delicacy.