I Long for Lee's Wok

Tonight, Chris explored our neighborhood for Chinese take-out. Due to Noos' late arrival (that's French for Comcast or any other cable company), I was unable to fulfill my wifely duties and cook. It's impossible to prepare a seven-course meal when you're trying to communicate with a Frenchman through interpretative dance. So, as I waited for Noos to complete their task, Chris began his quest to deliver a tasty dinner in less than 30 minutes. In just under 22, Chris returned with three dishes and an appetizer in the bag. Though, from the looks of the spring roll, we were headed for trouble.

"This is foul," Chris declared as he tossed the rolls in the trash. I, of course, gasped. As his personal business manager, I strongly advised him against throwing away 5 Euros (especially in my presence). With plates loaded, we launched a Will & Grace from 2003 on our satellite. As I picked away at the Garlic Chicken, Beef with Mushroom and Fried Rice, I thought, "$40? I could have bought one (but only one) Puma sneaker for the price of this bland and unappealing meal."

You see, I equate dining out food costs with material goods. After all, you can wear a shoe more than once. You can keep it forever if you'd like. But not the Chinese food. Most likely, it will be consumed and digested rather quickly - probably faster than we'd like. I'll let you know tomorrow.