Reason to be thankful #435
So last night I got a hankering. A hankering for some authentic Vietnamese Spring Rolls, which would turn out to be very un-authentic as you hear the story unfold.
Last summer, I brought some rice spring roll wrappers back with me, with great hopes for a yummy treat sometime in the future. The future happened last night. Here's how it all went down:
Real ones call for fresh mint, basil, lettuce, shrimp, and vermicelli. Lettuce? Check. Shrimp? Check. Mint, basil, no way, not in winter here. Green onions, cilantro, and rice noodles substitute in quite nicely. So in it all went. I rolled up 6 nommy little bundles and arranged them artfully on the plates beside some rice and a little dish of lime/fish sauce for dipping.
Enter- the kids. Now, normally my kids will eat ANYTHING. Seriously, give them tripe or fermented soy bean paste, and there's no problem. NOT this time!! It smells gross, tastes gross and feels gross, they all say. DS, 19 and I have no problem sucking ours down, they were pretty good to me. That sweet chili sauce with lime in it complemented it quite nicely!

In fact, it was so tasty I ate my daughter's too; that was after I gave up the good fight and let them eat white rice for dinner.
Enter- DH. He is a very easy-to-please kind of guy too. But NOT this time!! Ummmm..... honey, these shrimp aren't cooked! Say what?!! No! These aren't cooked. Well, I thought they were just mushy and fishy cuz they came from 12,000 miles away. No darling; please cook them and make me a new one.
Shrimp duly cooked and tasting much better, I might add, he happily eats 3 of them. I begin to pray. In fact, I prayed pretty hard, but natural consequences are at times (in fact, most of the time) unavoidable. If any of you are Mr. Bean fans, he does a pretty funny sketch of him eating raw oysters that had gone bad. It was kinda like that.
I had cramps all night long. But here's the thankful part(s). I never threw up. Now ain't that the bomb?!! I am sitting here, still having some cramps, but by His good grace, I am not bowing to any porcelain expresses nor "riding the vomit comet" as Amanda so daintily says.
DS, 19, is on an airplane at this very moment for a 2 1/2 hour flight back home. I hope the "natural consequences" of eating raw shrimp that has had a dubious, perhaps unfrozen history, doesn't cause him great affliction at 26,000 ft.
My house is quiet again, and in its groove of routine. I love it!!! Here's wishing you all pleasant dreams tonight!!