And to think, a few months ago, I would never dream of eating Chinese food. I had a bad experience at a Chinese restaurant about eight years ago. It really had nothing to do with the restaurant itself. Whatever got me sick began prior to entering the establishment that night. But ever since then, I've associated that sickness with Chinese food.
But I've overcome my fear. And now I can't get enough of sweet 'n sour chicken or sweet 'n sour pork. Pour on a little hot mustard sauce and I've got a great Homer Simpson drool going.
Anyway, when the check arrives, they provide you an orange slice for every person, as well as a fortune cookie. My three-year-old always wants to open up the cookie herself, but wants me to read it. Tonight was interesting.
"Daddy, daddy, what's it say?"
"Avoid senseless contradictions with others."
Her response? "Cooool!"
That made me laugh seeing as she had no clue what I was talking about.
As for my fortune? "A romantic evening awaits you tonight."
It's 9:23. I'm still waiting.
