Once more, with feeling: I had leftovers yet again during my hospital night shift. I ain’t complaining –  I’m just happy I’ve still got braised shanks and Asian cauliflower fried rice from earlier in the week to eat at work.

Once I got home, I checked on my boys, and save for a few sniffles, the Double-Os seemed to be feeling much better.


Henry, on the other hand, is still sick as a dog. Nonetheless, he’d gamely dragged himself out of bed to pack Big-O’s school lunch of pastrami-wrapped sautéed mushroom roll-ups…

…held together with toothpicks.

Doesn’t everything taste better when skewered with a toothpick?

Big-O’s lunch was rounded out with a handful of baby carrots, strawberries, applesauce, and almonds.

It was Picture Day at school, so before leaving the house, we made sure Big-O was ready for his close-up. As we styled his hair into a miniature fauxhawk, my little guy asked me if I was sad that the only time adults have Picture Day is when we go to jail. I guess I’m reading too much TMZ around the kiddos.

After escorting my well-coiffed second-grader to his classroom, I staggered home and collapsed in bed – but not before announcing to no one in particular that I wouldn’t be cooking dinner. I’m on strike.

When I regained consciousness, I called in our usual order to Asian Box: five-spice pork over undressed Asian salad and topped with herbs, lime squeeze, pickled veggies, and a caramel egg.

I drizzled the housemade sriracha on my salad and savored the grub with my family.

It’s nice to know there’s a dependable take-out joint in the neighborhood, and that I can decide on a whim to ditch my kitchen duties.

We herded the children into bed, and I packed my stuff for work for the last time this week. As my feverish husband shuffled off to bed, my day was just beginning…

About Michelle Tam

Hello! My name is Michelle Tam, and I love to eat. I think about food all the time. It borders on obsession. I’ve always loved the sights and smells of the kitchen. My mother was (and is) an excellent cook, and as a kid, I was her little shadow as she prepared supper each night. From her, I gained a deep, abiding love for magically transforming pantry items into mouth-watering family meals.

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