It's official! I am suffering from PTGS - Post Traumatic Guest Syndrome
We've had a houseful of friends Thanksgiving week and what a blast it's been! 6 growns-ups, 4 kids and 1 very big dog - 'nuf said. But after a week of laughter, gossip, tall tales and avoidable ones, brunches, large Thanksgiving feasts, meals, meals and more meals, hours of sightseeing, hot cups of chai, beer and wine flowing at the rate of our very own personal river and whining kids, the last of the guests have gone.
And that leaves me with the dirties - dishes, laundry, you name it and it needs washing, a refrigerator filled with useless sugary delights and a mound of turkey - none of which can be put together to make one decent meal.
So what do I do? I bury my head in my goose-down and go for a zzz.....a long 12 hour zzz...wake up and do some more zzz....ing. It has now been 48 hours and even I am running out of excuses for not creating a hot dinner. If it were up to me, I'll keep eating that cold turkey and stay in bed for another week. But it's not! I have a hubby who got up and went to work and kids that went to school and so I too must do just that - get up!
And what's on the menu tonight? Chinese.
Not the 'authentic' Chinese but the anglicized, take-away China King type grub - homemade.Delicious, somewhat greasy and always comforting, on such evenings, I turn towards my roots and my love for dhaaba or roadside eats and whip this up in jiffy. Recognizable in its Chinese roots, I would draw the line authenticity there and no further. This one is all about a little bit of this and a little bit of that and full on flavor.
On days like tonight, this hits the spot. It's either this or cold turkey!