COOKED: Rice Noodles and Vegetables Or How Lucia Got Her Groove Back

Just kidding with the title. It assumes that I once had a groove, or would be able to attain a groove. Neither of which are possible. We Minnesotan towheads are born without the groove gene. Sure, we can mosey, meander, even do the wave, but grooving is just one motion we'll never get the hang of. And for anyone who cares, I just had a grammar moment with that last sentence, the one that ends with a preposition. I tried changing it. It got worse. We'll stick with it. On to the food. God, I cooked this meal a long time ago, more than a month I do believe. Towhead memory is pretty awesome, just fyi. Maybe no grooving, but a whole lot of remembering. What's not sexy about that. I see no problem. Right, so rice noodles! Again, a Lucia Trying To Be Healthy Purchase. They're... ok. Almost like regular noodles, but not as delicious. But again, they're ok. They taste very clean. I mainly enjoyed the side of broccoli, onions and tomatoes, sauteed until the tomatoes turned almost saucey (another quality towheads lack). I apologize, but I have no food photos from my Paris Study excursion. Too awkward, what with the French staring as the big towhead takes out her clumsy camera to take a picture of their food. Better to indulge, sans documentation. I will tell you that I feasted like Louis XVI while I was over there. Maybe I will post about one special meal I ate during my weekend in London (ubertourism is not so frowned upon there). What else does a grooveless girl do in the back of an empty restaurant but take pictures of her food. Nothing, nothing I say.Chow, Lucia