rice noodles

you may not know this, or maybe you do, but G served his mission in australia. vietnamese speaking. there was probably nothing more disarming, or terrifying, depending on your personality as a vietnamese person - than to meet a 6'4" redhead speaking your language asking if you wanted to learn about the true church.

when we first started dating, i remember he really wanted me to try vietnamese food. i was like uh, no. i still didn't even eat vegatables of ANY kind at this point or salad or anything even remotely exotic. safeway chinese was about as far east as i had gone. i finally agreed although it must have been in an intoxicated state of some sort, because i DO NOT remember that conversation. i do remember going to the restaurant in SLC and getting this pot of hot broth to cook my rare beef in which was just too much. i think i added chow mein to my order or something.

fast forward to a few years later. NYC. manhattan. whoot whoot, right renae? i am pregnant with d-house, and once i get past the first 3 months of barfing water and rice krispies after every shower, all i want to eat is PHO, the vietnamese soup that mo & g are eating above. i think we go down towards china town at least once a week, try a different place and compare - because they are never the same. a bowl of soup is NOT just a bowl of soup - but eventually we find a favorite. dexter is half rice noodles, I am sure of it. we chase down our PHO with fancy mini cheesecakes from a place on Lafayette.

fast foward a few more years. it is lilli's first birthday. what do i know she wants for her celebratory meal? PHO.



we are glad that our children are all half rice noodles.