The security guard (not Liz Taylor, a different one) brought me warm, home-cooked food tonight. I exclaimed over it and was like, "Mmmmm" a bunch of times.
It was genuinely good, but what made it better is that 1) it has been a long time since I ate non-restaurant food, and 2) I ate it at 3am.
HOW DID YOU MAKE THIS, I asked him.
Here is the recipe:
1. Brown Italian sausage in olive oil
2. Chop up bok choy, throw in big stem pieces
3. Add a dash of soy sauce
4. Add the smaller leaves of bok choy, along with sliced jalepeno
5. EAT.
Variations we discussed:
Balsamic vinegar instead of soy sauce
Add chopped garlic
Add chopped ginger
Variation I vetoed:
Add pasta
What we discussed while we ate:
1. How Apple Cider Vinegar is wonderous
2. How it tastes good on salad, mixed with olive oil
3. How at Latitude 62, a restaurant/bar/lodging in town, they give you like a bucket (exaggeration) of ranch with your salad
4. How ranch ruins salad
5. How when I was studying abroad in Italy there was this girl who insisted she could not eat pizza without ranch to dip it in, and embarrassed everyone by asking for it everywhere, to the mystification of the Italian waitstaff, and her mom finally mailed her a bunch of ranch packets, which she would MIX AT THE TABLE, in Florence and all other major cities in Italy, and dip her authentic Italian pizza in. To the disgust/dismay of the Italian waitstaff.
6. How her nickname was Ranch Packets.
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