I am now putting delicious forkfuls of leftover shanghai chicken from Eliza’s – a very inauthentic but tempting Chinese restaurant in Potrero Hill – into my mouth. I hadn’t been to Eliza’s in awhile (two years? three?), but this crazy plague-like cold I have turned their hot-and-sour soup into my own personal curative siren song.
Before leaving to pick up my dining partner – former colleague, fellow writer, and funny lady extraordinaire LAT – at the train station, however, I prepped an entire dinner of stir-fried boccoli and tofu for my dashing husband to cook when he got home and we tagged-team the childcare. Why did I do that?
Take the quiz:
A) I am a control freak
B) I can’t stand to see food go to waste and we had broccoli up the wazoo from the farm box this week
C) My dashing husband and omnivorous son both love stir-fried broccoli and tofu and I wanted them to have a nice dinner without me
D) I felt guilty for going out
E) I didn’t want Ernest staying up too late and and so helped ease dinner time along
F) I knew my dashing husband had had a long day and was sick too
G) I am a control freak
p.s. Friday Food Files at sfgirlbybay. Be warned: It will be old hat to regular TDF readers. Did I mention I’m sick? Take pity on me and forgive me my laziness and I will forgive those who lazy against me.
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