Showing posts with label pork. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pork. Show all posts

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Vietnamese pork chops

Chicago


Guys, I have a confession.  I have a love affair with Chicago (don't tell Mikey).  I've been to Chicago a bunch in the past, but the last time I was there, I could actually picture myself living in the city.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Cha trung hap (Vietnamese steamed egg with pork)

Leftover remix #2




Welcome to my second installation of recipe remixes.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Cha gio (Vietnamese egg rolls)

Ayo Technology


It would be more apt to title this post "lack of technology" (but I really like that song, and this is my blog, and I can name it whatever I want!).  I am back at my mom's for a month for a rotation, and I didn't have my computer, cable TV, or my iPod.  But guess what?  I survived.  But since I didn't have my computer, I couldn't post.  But now I'm back and ready to cook my heart out!  Here's the post that I promised last week - Vietnamese egg rolls.  

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Bun thit nuong (Vietnamese grilled pork with noodles)

Welcome back


Here comes the recipe you've all been waiting for!  Mikey finally came back from Chicago, so I cooked his favorite Vietnamese dish.  A Vietnamese meal from his Vietnamese girlfriend :). Suffice it to say, Mikey enjoyed his welcome back meal.  The way to a man's heart really is through his stomach.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Banh xeo (Vietnamese crepes)

Moving


It's been a crazy busy two weeks, but I'm finally back.  I've missed you guys! In the past two weeks, I moved, completely unpacked, intubated several patients, visited my momma, and visited Mikey in Chicago (pictures to come!).  It was the most stressful move EVER.  I won't go into details, but let's just say there were so many trips to and from my third floor apartment that my legs felt like jelly by the end of the two days it took me to move.  And the next day, I felt like I had run a marathon.  Did I tell you that I HATE MOVING?  This is the eighth time I've moved in eight years.  And I have to move in 10 months when I graduate. Boo. Note to self: hire movers next time. Or buy an elevator. Or make friends with some big burly men (but Mikey probably wouldn't like that :))