It is no secret, I’ve developed a recent love affair with Pho.
Insert food network commentary and in a soothing announcer voice: The ultimate winter dish, thin rice noodles dunked in sweet and savory broth, topped with the meat of your choice and a sprinkle of sprouts and cilantro. (In my case A WHOLE LOT of said cilantro).
Therefore I was giddy when my new roommate asked me what we should make for dinner (which was around 11pm last night). I had to jump on the opportunity to try and make a bowl of homemade Pho. Luckily our local grocery store is open 24hrs and is half a block away. So off I was to pick up whatever I could think of that would belong in this delicious dish, added a 12 pack of Boreal Rousse and headed back home.
With a few chops, a couple of dashes and a whole lot of sautéing, I had in front of me a huge pot of Pho. It was so good that I was even bold enough to say, “I turned water into Pho,” slightly egotistical? Yes. Absolutely correct, an even bigger YES!
Now, if only smells could be sent via the internet, you all would understand how proud I was of my Phocking Pho.