This weekend, inspired by ImNotNed’s family tradition, we went to the Chinese buffet for a post-Christmas break from ham and green bean casserole and the celebratory Christmas taquito. Mr. CPQ didn’t want to drive to our usual strip mall buffet, so we opted for one that’s recently opened a little closer to to our house.
This particular buffet seemed to cater to the native crowd as evidenced by the gelatinous mound of quivering chicken feet that graced the steam tray, as well as dishes identifiable only to those who read Mandarin. The kids were disappointed by the lack of kid friendly food, and I tried to explain to them that the Chinese didn’t invent pizza OR the nugget, which started Baby A down a long and winding road about Marco Polo visiting China and he should have taught them how. Realizing his discourse was getting him nowhere closer to a slice of pepperoni, he ended up settling on lo mein and copious amounts of dessert, because nothing say authentic Asian cuisine like boatloads of banana pudding.
There was no koi pond from which to filch quarters, so the boys settled for absconding extra chopsticks so they could poke each other, whack each other over the head and generally use them for any other purpose other than intended. I decided since they already had the chopsticks, I’d give them the chance to practice their skills and made some lo mein of my own last night using this recipe because it called for water chestnuts and I’ve had a can of them sitting in my pantry gathering dust because I didn’t know what to do with them.
Apparently, I haven’t known what to do with them since 2006.
When they expired.
I wasn’t quite ready for Jesus comin’ for to carry me home before I spent my birthday gift card to Michael’s, so I ditched the chestnuts in favor of snow peas.
They worked just fine, and we were all happy.
Have a nice day.