My kleenex in the wintertime
Is something like a valentine;
Caressing my red runny nose,
It cushions many viscous blows.
And like a lover, when it’s gone
I mourn its loss from dusk to dawn.
Drain the noodles, then add the flavor packet, the chili flakes packet, and the oil packet. Hot! Hot! Hot! Luckily, I also put in some black beans, scallions, and a pair of fried eggs -- with a liberal dose of fish sauce. So my tongue only steamed a bit -- it did not catch on fire. There's no broth with these noodles -- which I kinda miss. It reduces the satisfying slurp factor by half. And there's no such thing as 'stir fried flavor.'
This is nothing like real pad thai -- but for a quickie b'fast it'll do until ham and eggs come in a capsule like on the Jetsons.
I've put off doing my dishes longer than I realized -- are dishes and utensils supposed to turn green overnight?
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