Just what the daughter ordered - a very long dinner with her mama with pan-fried pork potstickers (say that five times fast) and Mongolian beef at P.F. Chang's.
I scarfed my first potsticker and was well into the second while Mom was still on her first bite. She was busy gabbing, but look, I have priorities. And just as I was thinking, "Geez, woman?! Can you not even taste how amazing these are??" she interrupted herself with, "Oh my goodness, Angela! These are soooo gooood!" "I know, right?!"
Thanks, Mom. ; )
