We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
When life gets out of control, and there is nothing to eat in the beautiful new Sub Zero fridge (10 year warranty) because nobody has gotten to the market, and you have a day job and the Mrs. has her hands full, it's time for a Thai delivery.
We have mother-in-law in the rehab center with a new steel knee, father in law staying with us, and my dad in the hosp with a new rod in his fractured hip needing rehab as soon as his post-op confusion resolves. Not to mention Father's Day weekend to bury my Mom's ashes at the farm, and not to mention other forms of family medical and other chaos too which I will not mention.
We have two excellent Thai places around, and both deliver. I alternate between the two, because they have different styles. Delivery fellow comes faster if you give a decent tip, which for me is $5. Tonight we're getting this:
Duck Spring Rolls Chicken Satay with hot sauce Penang Curry with Chicken (hot peanut curry sauce) Drunken Noodles with Tofu - plus extra hot sauce, and White Rice (brown rice is disgusting, detracts from the flavor of the dish, and is not fit for human consumption)
Trails and tribulations, life is full of them, some better taken than others.
A double ditto on brown rice, no matter its healthful effects.
I gratefully enjoyed my 10 days in Bangkok, five days each, two years apart. If we could do photos I'd show mine, down on the beach, with Singha liberally spread on the table, my tour guide with a smile, a real smile.
I digress.. the food was wonderful. Such variety, and always with spice, poignant spice, as it were. Spice to let you know what life is like, if you dare.
I'm very jealous of your ability to order delivery. Wish I could.
I would also add marinated fish cakes and the lovely cucumber salad in the sweet/sour vinegar based dressing.
Ditto on brown rice. I had to endure it in childhood; I'll be darned if I'll suffer now. Basmati is the only way to go.
Oddly enough, you'd think there would be a wealth of simply superb Asian cuisine in San Francisco. Not so. Most is mediocre at best. Luckily, the Thai place near to home is top notch and there's a place near my office downtown that makes a mean Tom Yum Noodle soup. It's becoming my instant cure-all when I'm feeling peckish.