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Once again, I have succeeded in making pho that will water your eyes (because it's so tasty you will cry, not because it's too spicy and turns your insides to jelly). Khamla came over last night (actually, we hit the Asian market together first, and I know they thought we were a couple, and I just wanted to say, "no, I'm actually sleeping with his brother.") and when he called me at 6 and asked what I was making and I didn't really have any idea I knew pho would be a good standby. And now we're at the point where he's telling sisters how good it is and I don't know if that's a good idea because I don't want them to look at me as kitchen competition. Seriously, if there's one thing I've learned in these last few years it's that you don't want a bunch of Lao women mad at you. So if I disappear all of a sudden, start your search there.

Actually, I'm going to get with a couple of the sisters and learn some cooking, I think. They just don't know that yet.

Speaking of women and markets, Adrian and I were at a market in a Vietnamese shopping center nearby last weekend and as he walked ahead of me through the parking lot these two Vietnamese teenaged girls leaned out there window and yelled "hey cutie!" at him, then turned and saw me coming along and I think realized they'd just flirted with my boyfriend. heh heh giggle giggle tee hee Too bad for you, babe. Anyway, I told Adrian he needs to be careful, in an area like that he's liable to find himself married off to some young lady before we've gotten the case of coconut milk or noodles or whatever we've come for.

And yes, Mister CR of Dallas, I owe you a pho recipe. :-)