I'm craving Chinese food. I'd blame it on pregnancy, but this isn't the first time I've craved Chinese food since we left California.
Of course by "Chinese food" I mean the amazing little restaurant, Tsing Tao, that we discovered in Campbell while searching for a laundromat. I cannot explain my surprise when I discovered that hot and sour soup could be more than oily brown broth with chunks of tofu and slivers of bamboo shoots. I still dream of their version, thick with tender pork and shrimp. (After reading the reviews on the link, maybe it's Korean food that I crave?)
I wonder if I could justify a trip to the Bay Area just to eat at my favorite restaurants for a few days? Today of course, I would settle for the oily brown broth. Bad Chinese food sounds better than no Chinese food.