Moving is an evil necessity. This move was made even more so when one houseguest's insulin went missing for 30 minutes, another suffered an animal attack, and a third nearly passed out from heat exhaustion.
To reward--er, beg for their forgiveness--Mr. Starlet and I treated each to one of our favorite local restaurant's, Chen's.
I believe that Chen's is one of the many reasons why Shelby is called "The City of Pleasant Living." Their Honey Sesame Chicken is delectable. Their Spicy Ginger Shrimp divine. And Mr. Starlet's standby, Sweet and Sour Chicken, has not received a bad review yet. (A true indicator of just how good Chen's really is!)Their portions are huge and their servings of steamed rice quite generous. Mr. Starlet and I do not particularly care for steamed rice. We're fried rice kind of people. Sadly, because steamed rice comes with every entree, it almost always goes to waste in our house. Indeed, we rarely ever consider the heaping pile of steamed rice we are sure to receive with each dish. In our fried rice world, steamed rice is a forgettable 'freebie'.
So imagine our dismay when we realized that our embarassingly large order for just six people was accompanied with seven cartons of steamed rice. That nobody opened. That nobody would open. That all met their demise tonight in the kitchen garbage. As if deserving ceremony, I said a few words about the potential of each as they loudly landed against the bottom of the bin.
OK, I could only think of one recipe. Maybe two.
If only I had known about Rice Recipes a week ago. Not that "Rice Cake" sounds particularly appetizing, but cake is cake. Right?
Oh, and if you place a rather large order from Chen's and they ask, "Are you having a party?" Agree, but then lie. Lie, I tell you, because inevitably the question they'll ask next is, "How many people at your party?"
If you don't lie, you'll get the response Mr. Starlet did: "You order too much food!"
Yeah. Tell us about it...
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