Mom invented yet another dish tonight, inspired by this hole-in-the-wall restaurant we went to when we were in Hong Kong earlier this year. Mom did not love the ambience (she refused to touch anything and insisted they turn off their fans), but I guess the memory of the clay pot rice stuck with her.

Here’s what she whipped up tonight – clay pot rice (cooked to crispiness at the bottom) with homemade salted pork, bok choy and leeks. We ate every last bite.