Touché, Pork Fried Rice.

I have a funny relationship with pork fried rice. Well, let me back up. When I was a kid, my Aunt Debbie and Uncle Roger lived in Hong Kong. My aunt has a Master's Degree in Chinese Studies, and put her cultural, linguistic, and business savvy to use working with a bank overseas. We were all big … Continue reading Touché, Pork Fried Rice.

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Chicken to the Rescue

It was one of those Mondays where I just couldn't find my groove. I got Doodle to daycare and plowed through the workday, but by the time I picked her up at 5:30 p.m. I was just spent. And I mean, we're eating leftover Indian food of suspect freshness for dinner - I might not … Continue reading Chicken to the Rescue