| | I took a half-day at work today to drive out to Lancaster. It's been a while since I was last here, but I didn't protest when Amy greeted me warmly with a 'welcome home'. Beautiful day, beautiful turnpike, beautiful lady.
Voluntary mush-factor aside, as I was saying, I took a half-day. I celebrated coming back to bustling Oakland by aching to both live AND work within the city--and buying my first lunch food in a while. (I don't believe in driving a total of 6-miles at lunchtime to get an Arby's Melt.)
I got one of my favorite comfort foods: General Tso's chicken.
Comfort in the sense that you eat it when you're really really sad--or when you leave work early on Friday to shove all the mess to the unsuspecting dude in the cube next door.
I ate half of it; portions of 'Chinese' food in the US are generally such that you can eat till you're full and yet give away enough to relieve world hunger in 12 nations. Orient Express has the best General Tso's in Oakland. I felt gross and happy.
I thought of bagging it for the 4-hour drive. But General Tso's came with rice, not in a wrap.
Oh my. A General Tso's burrito. What am I doing in a cube?
I figured it would be tricky to manoveur chicken and rice into my mouth even with cruise control. Not to mention dangerous.
So I ate it all in one sitting. I devoured the entire box. I was horrified.
I felt like I had eaten General Tso himself.
It probably raised my heart terror level to RED, compared to an estimated YELLOW for eating with two hands on the road.
Saturday plans changed from Philly, to DC, to NYC. I'll be watching the Lion King show. If I do 20,000 stomach crunches during the show, I might be able to lower the threat level down to ORANGE.
And then wait to be king.
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| | Posted 3/31/2007 1:14 AM - 71 Views - 4 eProps - 3 comments
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