I like the Orange Peel Beef at PF Chang's. It's spicy and even tastes good warmed up over rice, one of the few Chinese foods I actually look forward to. The Mandarin Beef at Panda Express is another. Well, I was at the grocer's, recently, and saw PF Chang's has frozen meals available. One was called Shanghai Style Beef, so I bought it and yesterday I tried it out. Cooked it just like they said. And it was AWFUL. Tasteless, practically, and a little bit slimy. Not at all what I expected. I mean, they SAY on the package it's a "savory sauce". Yeah, if you drown it in Soy Sauce.
Now I've got leftovers and can't throw them out; there's something in my makeup that refuses to toss food unless it's spoiled. So I guess I'll have to figure out how to make this meal tasty enough to get down. But no way am I going anywhere near that crap, again.
Of course, it could be me. I mean, I also like TGI Friday's potato skins (NOT good for you but VERY tasty). So I tried their name brand potato skin chips in bacon and cheddar. Again, nothing to the taste. I had to use Picante sauce to liven 'em up because not even a good Guacamole helped.
So...I guess I'll just have the real deal at the place it's made at or cook my own at home.
My muse has pulled a little trick on me and taken me into a story that's now pouring out. I don't know what it is, yet -- a novel or a short or something in-between -- but the main character's voice is very vivid and his buddy is just as wild. Hunter and Vermin. Don't ask me where those names came from; these guys arrived fully formed and ready to talk. I may be a whiny little shit, much of the time, but I know to shut up and listen when it's this loud. Got 11 pages...no, I hit 12.
And no headache. I wonder if what I was really going through was birth pangs. Wouldn't that be just like me?
Now I've got leftovers and can't throw them out; there's something in my makeup that refuses to toss food unless it's spoiled. So I guess I'll have to figure out how to make this meal tasty enough to get down. But no way am I going anywhere near that crap, again.
Of course, it could be me. I mean, I also like TGI Friday's potato skins (NOT good for you but VERY tasty). So I tried their name brand potato skin chips in bacon and cheddar. Again, nothing to the taste. I had to use Picante sauce to liven 'em up because not even a good Guacamole helped.
So...I guess I'll just have the real deal at the place it's made at or cook my own at home.
My muse has pulled a little trick on me and taken me into a story that's now pouring out. I don't know what it is, yet -- a novel or a short or something in-between -- but the main character's voice is very vivid and his buddy is just as wild. Hunter and Vermin. Don't ask me where those names came from; these guys arrived fully formed and ready to talk. I may be a whiny little shit, much of the time, but I know to shut up and listen when it's this loud. Got 11 pages...no, I hit 12.
And no headache. I wonder if what I was really going through was birth pangs. Wouldn't that be just like me?
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