After spending a pathetic week losing the battle against migraines and accompanying nausea, and not able to eat much, my sweetheart whisked me off on Saturday afternoon for a big bowl of vietnamese noodle soup. We ordered the large bowl to split between the two of us. For the princely sum of $5.75, we received one huge bowl of steaming hot heavenly chicken broth, filled to the brim with tasty noodles, lots of grilled chicken, topped with a sprinkling of fresh cilantro. The soup was served with a side plate heaped with a big mound of crispy bean sprouts, quartered fresh limes, sliced fresh emerald green jalapenos and six or seven very healthy sprigs of fresh, purple stemmed Thai basil. A lazy susan with chili paste, hoisin sauce, fish sauce, soy sauce sat on the table for our soup doctoring pleasure. This time of year, the quantity of Thai basil served on the garnish plate alone would have commanded darn near $5 at a grocery store!
One spoonful improved my mood immensely, two were better, and by the third spoonful, I was a much happier dame. By the time our bowls were empty, I felt better than I had all week.
Next time I am feeling puny, I am goin' fo' the Pho!