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me, my boys, and general tso

its currently naptime here in the milinovich house.  which means i finally have a chance to look at my blog.  its been a crazy day.  my wife left early this morning for hotlanta (i will spare you the "real housewife in atlanta" jokes), and so it is just us guys here this weekend.  which is awesome.  we've been building puzzles and playing with legos and doing all the cool guy stuff.  but it also presents a problem:  what do you cook for such a testerone-fueled crowd, especially when the "chef" has difficulty cooking a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?  answer: exhibit a...


i just need to give a huge shout out to general tso right now, whoever you are, if you even are a general.  i don't know what you ever conquered, but i can tell you something right now, you will soon be conquered in my house, because we will all be consuming you in all your mystery meat goodness, with a side of fried rice and egg rolls.  that's right.  it's boys weekend, general tso.  welcome to the party.  make yourself at home. 

Comments

Greg C. said…
Awesome.
Happy said…
Bon Apetit!

Or whatever they say in China...
Mary said…
Lorelie and Rory would be proud...
Anonymous said…
Ah, General Tso's, with lots of fried rice. My favorite, until my doctor told me to cut down on the carbs, fat, and just about everything else that makes life worth living.

Anyway, for those who still eat the stuff, there's a wonderful page about it (and the General himself) at
http://www.echonyc.com/~erich/tso.htm

I once asked a Chinese man what he thought of American Chinese food. He looked worried and uncomfortable for a moment, gazing down into his salad, trying to find something polite to say, but there was no polite answer, so he looked up and grinned and said in Mandarin-accented English "It sucks."

He said that it is possible to get real Chinese food in America, but you have to go to a restaurant in the Chinese section of a large city, and you have to take a Chinese-speaking person with you to talk to the waiters in Chinese and assure them that you really want the good stuff. Only then will they serve real Chinese food.
NJ Grandma said…
Hats off to the General - that is one of our favorite chinese dishes - the more spice in it the better. Enjoy boys! ~Gail~

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