I don’t know about you but when it’s snowing outside and I’m chilling in my pj’s at home with nowhere to go, I’m not thinking about sitting at my bay window with a hot mug of cocoa.
I’m thinking about how good it would be to sit and watch the snowflakes fall with a large piping hot bowl of soupe tonkinoise (pho).
Beef or chicken, filled with noodles, ginger, cilantro, whispers of star anise, green onions and accompanied with a heaping side plate of Thai basil, bean sprouts and lime wedges and a dash of sriracha for good measure…
I discovered my love for pho many years ago when some colleagues and I used to have lunch once a week in Chinatown.
I was hooked from the first spoonful. Now, it’s very rare that I order anything else when I go to Vietnamese or Thai-style restaurants.
There is just something soothing about the journey to the bottom of a big, deep bowl of deliciousness.
What I’ve attempted to make at home doesn’t come close to what I can order in or take out. And it probably never will.
From what I understand, authentic pho can take hours, even days to make. I just don’t have the patience or inclination when a take-out menu is stuck to the fridge with a magnet….
What comforts you on a snowy (or cold rainy) day?
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