Boo! I am not well. I seem to finally have succumbed to being exposed to kid germs for a month after three months in summer where I came into contact with nary a germ. My head feels like it’s about to explode and I have a horrendous cough. My voice is not sure whether it’s coming or going. Fantastic, as I am currently blogging on a Greyhound bus (yay free wifi!) en route to Buffalo, NY, to present at a conference. But then Neil is coming to join me on Saturday and we’re going to the Anchor Bar for real Buffalo wings and then we’re off to Vineland, Ontario for a yummy meal and a night in a B+B. No turkey for us this Thanksgiving but surely some great eats – stay tuned!
We ate noodle soup pretty much every day for lunch (and sometimes for dinner). It’s a basic broth with whatever vegetables were available, sometimes chicken (for me) or other meat (for Neil) and rice noodles. Each place gave you their version of chili paste to make it spicier (errr… that would be for Mr Neil!) but I was content to eat it as is. Just look at how beautiful it is:
One day, en route to Phonsavanh, the weather outside looked like this:
We missed our daily soup so much that we had to go on a hunt for it a few weeks ago! And boy, could I go for a bowl of it right NOW!
(Edited to add: The Hyatt Buffalo had a poor selection of soup on their room service menu so I ended up with a Cobb Salad. Nice but didn’t quite cut it for me when I was craving soup!)