Today was a very good day.
It is no secret that I hate egg-rolls...except for the ones that my best friend's mom makes.
Lee's egg-rolls are so yummy I have dreams about them.
They are marvelous little bites of Vietnamese goodness.
Today she taught me how to make them.
Honored?
You bet your fuzzy butt-cheeks!
Any time someone I respect teaches me anything I am honored, but food is extra special.
She cooks like my grandmother so there are no exact measurements - it is done by sight, feel and smell.
I like that as it is comfortable to me.
As we prepared everything we talked about how food made with love tastes better.
It does.
I have the same feeling about my knitting - which is why I don't knit when I am in a bad mood.
I don't want to weave anger into my cloth.
(I don't cook when I am cranky either - because the food tastes like crap if I do.)
One of the things that I was thinking about as I wrist-deep in tasty filling goo was my friend in Egypt - who was horseback riding around the pyramids today.
How cool is that...to be able to see one of the Great Wonders of the World from horseback?
I added it to my Bucket-List.
Before I kick the bucket, I want to do that.
I know a lot of people that say they don't like Vietnamese food but I think they never had any that was home-made.
I love it because it is fresh and even vegetables I don't like seem to magically transform into tasty little morsels.
I had forgotten how refreshing cold orange slices are.
Now I am going to make a nice pot of Sleepytime Tea and write a bit before bed.
