Gingko Nuts: I Think I am Doing it Wrong.
There is a grocery store Rachel and I love to go to in Philadelphia called Hung Vuong. This is a magical place that has something for the both of us: aisles and aisles of condiments for Rachel and row after row of cookies for me. There are so many varieties of mochi a girl can die happy, you know? Sometimes I lose track of time as I let the sheer magnitude of cookie options wash over me. Anyway, at our last trip to Hung Vuong, a vacuum-sealed package in the refrigerated aisle