I wasn’t feeling quite like my normal self today. It’s a rare day that I don’t go out to run errands, pick up something or other at the market, or just take the little boy out for exercise and air, but it was still cloudy and grey and I was sick of it. This evening, I was lugging out the trash for tomorrow morning’s pick up when my neighbor came home. I waved and she waved back and I was trudging back into the house when I heard her call my name. I went over to say howdy doo. She works awfully long, hard hours so I don’t ever get to see her and have a chat, but today she told me that she had just made pho, and would I care for a bowl?
My neighbor was born and raised in Vietnam, and she makes excellent Vietnamese food. Pho bo is a delicious soup made with rich beef stock that’s been simmering for the whole day spiced with anise, cinnamon, cloves, ginger, and onion. It’s served with rice noodles, chunks of beef, meatballs, fresh mung bean sprouts, culantro and cilantro, basil. It’s pronounced like the title of this post, with kind of a question tilt to the end of it, elongating the “uh” a bit. Like what the fuh-uh?
Anyway, it hit the spot and as usual the universe heard my silent prayer for something made for me (I’m a big baby when I don’t feel like myself and I want to be pampered), comforting, and tasty. Thank you my lovely neighbor. Thank you, vibrations and universe. I really appreciate it.
Have a good day everyone!