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:
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.