Thai Food Express. It’s a restaurant. It’s also how I experienced dinner last night. A quick request for tom ka gai and maybe some noodles made from my sick bed and… voilà!, my dashing husband returned with steaming tub of spicy chicken and coconut milk soup and two kinds of noodles.
Ernest, noodle-lover that he be, dug in with gusto. Too much gusto, it ended up. About half-way through his plate of noodles he started crying. The broad, flat noodles were, it must be said, a bit spicy. Quite spicy. The kind of spicy you don’t notice, however, until several bites in. And it takes just as long to dissipate.
Water, plain rice, milk, and yogurt were all offered as curatives. He preferred to sit and rub his lips and cry. I ate my soup and went back to bed.
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