Then, tonight, we got Chinese take-out -- something D and I started doing a few years ago. I called in the order, and again, got an order number, and D went to pick it up. When he got home and started unpacking the bag, it looked suspiciously unlike what I'd asked for, even though I'm pretty sure the person taking the order had understood me perfectly.
What we got was: A pu-pu platter, a large order of white rice, a large order of fried rice, and a large container of bland-looking white noodles.
"What the hell is this?" I asked, incredulous.
"Order number 1573, right?" D said. It was right. I'd written it down for him. I double-checked.
"Yeah, but ... what is this junk?"
"This is awesome," he explained. "It's a pu-pu platter in a box ... and pork fried rice! This was such a treat when I was a kid."
"This ... is not food," I protested, as he portioned out the pu-pu platter.
"This is what I thought Chinese food was for the first eighteen years of my life," said D. He's mentioned before that I've managed to casually educate him over the years as to what Chinese food really is. For example, the fact that white rice is where it's at. Fried rice is what you make out of leftovers. It's the meatloaf of Chinese food. "Just think, you're educating someone else right now who got what we ordered."
"Well, I'm glad it's nostalgic for you, but I want what we ordered."
"No, this will be good, try it."
"What is are these deep-fried things?"
"Oh, you mean Chinese chicken?" he grinned.
I just glared.
"It goes really well with sweet and sour sauce," he said, looking in the fridge. Of course we don't have sweet and sour sauce in our fridge.
"There's this tub of neon pink stuff that it came with."
I tried a piece of the chicken. "Tastes like fried," I observed.
"Try it with the sauce," D suggested.
Anyway, we laughed, we ate, and that's how I'll remember New Year's 2010. We both agreed that it was a pretty wacky order though -- whoever got this was a little carb-crazy. And we're going to have pork fried rice as leftovers for tomorrow.
I'm just waiting for the third messed-up food order to complete the cycle now.
D AND I HAVEN'T done the TV New Year's thing in a while, but this year we hit sort of a lull in activity about twenty minutes before midnight, so we flicked on the TV for the countdown. We hadn't seen post-stroke Dick Clark until now. All I can say is: whoa.
I DON'T TEND TO go with New Year's resolutions, either, lately, although being more awesome does sound like a really good idea.
Hope that 2010 brings more awesomeness for all of you.
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