Thursday, November 6, 2014

I think King China’s egg rolls taste like feet.

I lied to you yesterday. TWO TIMES. First, I never wrote an additional Howdygram post because Sam got home from work four hours earlier than I expected and — please don’t be offended — I’d rather hang out with him than sit at my desk typing baloney. And second, I decided not to cook last night after all due to a hypoglycemic hoo-hah around 6:30 and wound up ordering dinner instead from King China. This included Orange Shrimp, Mu Shu Shrimp with extra hoisin sauce, hot & sour soup, three egg rolls and zero rice because I have diabetes. Most of this is in the fridge leftover for tomorrow.

Incidentally, the egg rolls are for Sam. I refuse to eat King China’s egg rolls because I think they taste like feet.



I think I’ve mentioned in the past that I write the world’s best complaint letters and always wind up with big refunds and free shit. AND IT HAPPENED AGAIN YESTERDAY. I was really disappointed with the cooking instructions that came with the My π deep-dish Chicago-style pizzas we ordered from Foody Direct last week so I submitted a “product feedback” message on their website to let them know how badly this sucked. The problem? My π says you’re supposed to bake their frozen, rock-hard 12-inch deep-dish pizzas at 400° for 30 minutes ... which yields a very expensive pile of WATERY, ICE COLD INEDIBLE MUSH.
The correct baking time is actually 55 to 60 minutes at 425°, which we eventually figured out through trial and error while practically starving to death. In response to my email Foody Direct apologized profusely for the inconvenience AND SENT ME A $50 GIFT CERTIFICATE! Next time I plan to shift gears a little and try Kenny & Ziggy’s Delicatessen in Houston. KREPLACH! KISHKA! LATKES!
Thank you for reading this.

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