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The boy has been complaining about a sore throat and general aches and pains, so we took him out for some pho, a.k.a. Vietnamese chicken soup. Actually, instead of chicken parts, the boy had his usual pho with tripe and tendon. After lunch, I asked him if he was feeling any better. The boy said, “Yeah, but I probably should stay home from school tomorrow.” And I was all, Yeah, me too, probably.

Do they make NyQuil for seven-year-olds?

At the Vietnamese joint during lunch, busy daddy and I spied a lady who was very conspicuously sporting a pair of Schmoogle Glass at the table next to ours. Busy daddy gave me a knowing look and rolled his eyes so far into his head that I thought me might be having a seizure.

Busy daddy was all, “Ugh. Schmoogle Glass.” And I was all, Maybe she can Schmoogle somethin’ for us? And busy daddy was all, “She’s probably Schmoogling what pho is.” And I was all, Don’t hate the playa, hate the game. And busy daddy was all, “Whatevs.”

Then the lady at the table next to ours wearing Schmoogle Glass was all, “You know I can hear you, right?” And I was all, Shaniqua says what? And the lady at the table next to ours wearing Schmoogle Glass was all, “Let me Schmoogle that for you.” Then I was all, Well played, lady at the table next to ours wearing Schmoogle Glass, well played.

To celebrate the Lunar New Year, Asian peeps usually eat noodles and eggs to signify good health and long life. For the regular new year, the Busy-Lazy boys usually eat noodles and eggs, too, partly cuz we like noodles and eggs, but mostly cuz we usually forget to eat noodles and eggs on the Lunar New Year.

For our 2014 new year dinner, I made Vietnamese beef stew (known as bo kho) with rice noodles. It’s super-easy to make! Here’s how:

  • Marinate about two pounds of beef short ribs in three tablespoons of fish sauce, one smashed, three-inch piece of lemongrass, and two tablespoons of minced fresh ginger for about 30 minutes.
  • In small batches, brown the marinated beef short ribs in a Dutch oven, over medium-high heat. Set the browned beef short ribs aside.
  • In the same Dutch oven, caramelize one diced sweet onion. Add six cloves of minced garlic. Add about a tablespoon of curry powder. Stir until incorporated and fragrant.
  • Add two cups of canned diced tomatoes, and cook through until the sauce has thickened. You can add a tablespoon of brown sugar, if you like. Add about three cups of beef stock, and stir to incorporate.
  • Add back the browned beef short ribs, about a cup of baby carrots, two pieces of star anise, and a stick of cinnamon. Bring everything to a boil, then salt and pepper to taste.
  • Transfer the stew into a Crock Pot, and let the stew cook on low heat for about two hours. After two hours, add four of five eggs (washed and still in their shells), and cook for another two hours or so, or until the beef short ribs are fall-apart tender.
  • Voilà! Serve with rice noodles and top with a sprig of cilantro. Don’t forget to peel the eggs! Good stuff!

I’m pretty sure that I didn’t get enough sleep last night. Even the giant glass of Vietnamese iced coffee that I had at lunch couldn’t wake me up, sheesh.

Our lunch was yum as usual. I need a nap now.

#oldpeopleproblems

Our weekend is rapidly coming to a close, so we squeezed in some quik-e Vietnamese eats for lunch.

After lunch, as we were headed out to run a few last-minute Christmas errands, the boy asked me if we could listen to hashtag RuPaulogize in the car, which I obliged.

The boy said, “I’m like those RuPaul people because I say hashtag whatever.” And I said, Yep. And the boy said, “Only I’m not a girl. And I’m not very good at rollerskating. But otherwise I’m like those RuPaul people.” And I said, That’s cool. And the boy said, “Hashtag whatever.”

After checking in at my Toronto office, the boy and I went out for an early dinner. I asked the boy what he wanted to eat, and before I could finish my question, the boy said, “Vietnamese, obvs.”

We went to the Vietnamese joint that I go to when I’m in Toronto. The boy had his usual tripe and tendon pho, with a side of fried squid paste and a strawberry shake. The boy said, “I wish daddy was here because he would really enjoy this food!” And I said, Yeah, me, too.

I asked the boy to name is favorite part of his dinner, and he said, “All of it, but the pho was delicious!” The boy was correct.

Word on the street is that there’s a Snowpocalypse happening in the northeast, like, right now, but that didn’t stop us from trekking out in the inclement weather to get our weekend pho fix for lunch.

As I was driving the boy to pick up busy daddy from yoga to go to the restaurant, the boy said to me, “Dad, is the job you have now the best job you’ve ever had?” And I said, I dunno, I guess my job is awight, but the best job I’ll ever have is being your dad. And the boy said, “My best job is being your son, but I think being a chef when I grow up is going to be good, too.”

And I said, Being a chef is cool. And the boy said, “Yeah, but I’m going to be a dad one day, too, and I’m going to name my son Alex.” And I said, What if your wife wants to name your kid something else? And the boy said, “Then I’ll listen to her, unless she wants to name our child Blergh, because that’s not a very good name for a human baby.”

And I said, I’m pretty sure you’ll have bigger problems if you marry a girl who wants to name your child Blergh. And the boy said, “I dunno, my GF who becomes my wife might have different ideas, and that’s OK.” And I said, I think I prefer Alex Jarkalooky more than Blergh Jarkalooky. And the boy said, “I know, me, too, but sometimes girls pick weird names for babies.” And I said, You’re telling me.

My Canadian busy business lady colleagues took me to a Vietnamese joint near our office for a quik-e busy business lady lunch meeting. I dunno, I was feeling kinda sorta blech this morning, on account of my lukewarm water hangover, so I thought I should have some spicy eats. I ordered something called beef satay noodle soup. It was pretty good!