Question of the Ages

Whew!  I have a lot on my plate right now.  The Max’s school starts tomorrow.  I need to find a new school.  I’ll venture a big move as soon as life allows.  So, what I really want to know right now is this:

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How the heck did these get into my pantry?

I was playing Suzy Homemaker today…making some soup…baking some muffins…cleaning out the cupboards and I came across China Boy’s Chow Mein Noodles.  I hate these, these being noodles of flour all dry and crispy.  They remind me of  Midwestern Chinese suppers of my youth.  Mushy chow mein from a can on top of white rice with these things sprinkled all over.  (Sorry mom.  I will say however, your hot dishes were always delightful.)

There is no way I bought them.  No way at all.  I have only lived here a few months and while I entertained two sets of out of town visitors, I don’t remember either of them making a dish which required China Boy’s finest garnish.

I give up.  The chow mein noodle fairly must have left them for me in order that I would give at home Asian cuisine one more shot.  But the fairy opened the bags, both of them.  So I’m not budging.

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5 Responses to Question of the Ages

  1. DJ D says:

    Dude, I don’t have the faintest. I’m glad you said that the fairy had opened the bags though because they looked closed to me and I was wondering why there was so little in each bag. Looked like China Boy stiffed you a little there. I don’t know what’s more unsettling though. The fact that the noodles are there and you don’t remember them at all, or the fact that they’ve been opened and clearly eaten. Is it possible The Max has some odd late night sleepwalking/noodle buying and cooking activity?

  2. Amy says:

    Your description of Midwestern chinese dinner is so spot on.

    Looks like whoever lived there before you was a fan of the chow mein. They probably moved because your crazy lady neighbor called them a bunch of Asian Lovers.

  3. Tresjolie9 says:

    Ah, the mystery of the Chow Mein noodles, maybe they noodle fairy ppeared because in the middle of the night one night you would have a sudden craving for carbs? What satisfies a carb craving more than a bag of chow mein noodles?

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