Nothing like Home-Cooked
September 17th, 2006 | by Loretta |Reminiscing of meals of yester-week leads me to ponder about the comforts of carbohydrates. Yes. Last Thursday was a long day that didn’t end until the sun had set. And really, there’s nothing like walking through the door, tired in clothes that I couldn’t want to peel off of my skin. Unexpectedly warm September days are so not my thing.
I love walking through the door and having the smell of the kitchen slap me across the face. A good wake up call that not only do my parents care about me, but they care enough to cook for me.
I couldn’t decide which noodles I wanted to eat Mom’s chicken curry (with many veggies, like carrots and cabbage!) So I had both: egg noodles and Shanghai noodles.
