It seems like I often come across something that I want to share with others or look for answers from people outside my normal sphere of influence.
This first post has little to do with yummy things. Although, I will go so far as to say that yesterday was thoroughly enjoyable in so far as food was concerned. The evening ended with a not-so-quick drive-thru at the Krispy Kreme: We took home five deliciously fresh donuts (two chocolate glazed kreme filled, one glazed kreme filled [we love kreme, even if it isn't spelled correctly], one raspberry filled, and one "chocolate cake" donut). Oddly, we thought it would be faster going through the drive-thru, especially since we had a 15 month old in the back seat who has recently learned that all her new muscles can struggle easily against parents trying to strap her into a carseat.
The Krispy Kreme was oddly inefficient. The chap running the drive-thru had to go back and forth to the register to check on each item. It kind of made the two of us wonder why they didn't opt to just print out the itemized receipt (which they had done for us) and take it with them when they went to pull the donut. Regardless, once we had those little gems in our neat little box, we couldn't wait to bite into one: Teeth cracking through the sugary glaze and breaking through the pillowy-soft, yeasty donut with the kreme filling. How pleasant!
We had been driving back from dinner at Pok Pok. For those who are local to my area, they are probably familiar with Pok Pok. It is a mix of Thai and Vietnamese cuisine, but unlike the standard Thai and Vietnamese restaurants, it shies away from the various curries, pad Thai, and pho, that ubiquitous beef noodle soup that is so good on a cold day. Pok Pok, rather, focuses on fresh ingredients and they cook up wonderful street-type foods and very homey, braised items, such as pork belly. The two fellows that were with me let me do the ordering. We ordered the signature pok pok (green papaya salad with roasted peanuts, tomatoes, fish sauce, sugar, and hot peppers), Vietnamese fish sauce wings (the Vietnamese take on hot wings, which I remember as ga kho -- I'll figure out the VN accents later, but they were crunchy from being fried), boar's collar (delicious and gamey and very, very spicy), and hoi thwat (which was read, intially and incorrectly, by one of my companions as "hot twat" -- a crispy egg and mussel crepe, which I suspect must be made with a little bit of rice flour for that wonderful crunch). We ordered one more dish, ribs, which I didn't get a chance to sample.
Now, I love my little baby, but she doesn't give me much of a chance to savor things when we go out. That's fine because I get a kick out of letting her try new things. She loved my limeade and enjoyed the coconut rice and the crepe. I figured we'd save the spicier items for when she was a little older.
Anyway, that was only the culmination to the day. Earlier I had watched the movie "Revolutionary Road." I'm sure plenty of people have seen it. What I wanted to know, from the general public who has viewed it, was what their take on it was. I'd love to hear what you all thought about the Wheelers. In every disagreement, there are two sides and who is really the one with "mental problems" here? Frank says that April needs psychiatric help. She feels hopeless. He does too. Yet the one guy in the movie, John (?) is the only one that has ever been committed, and he recognizes hopelessness and calls it as it is. What are your thoughts?
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