So last month I was surprised to discover that practically every fruit was represented in jam or jelly form on my refrigerator door. This past week, this happened:
I had some rice sticks, veggies and pork…and I was thinking, “Thai? Indian? Asian? Hmmm let me rummage around a bit and see what we have…”
This discovery didn’t really make it any easier to decide. I could actually have Thai. Or Indian. Or Chinese. Or Teriyaki. Thanks pantry, that’s helpful.
This is largely due to the fact that my pantry does NOT look like this.
I settled on the Pad Thai sauce…it’s the dish I probably crave most since leaving Seattle. Or maybe it’s pho. No, it’s probably Copper River salmon. Well, anyway, Pad Thai is definitely up there on the list of things I miss. So much so that one of my dearest friends actually sent me this care package several months ago:
Which explains where one of the sauces came from. Now if only I could come up with a justification for the other 53 bottles.
I suppose I should post the pad thai recipe…I made it back in September when I got this package. I’ve been holding out on you. But right now, I have to go clean out the pantry before I’m subjected to another intervention.