I live in my hometown. I've been here all my life, except for, like 12 years, when I was off at university, getting Career, and becoming a parent.
And while I'm a great proponent of change, I do believe there are some things that are sacred. For example, the city park in my hometown had one of these dealies:
I'm sure most of you can see how this works. Much like a hamster in a wheel, running inside the fun house gets it moving rather quickly. Inevitably, somebody trips, falls, gets quite hurt, and hurts several others participants in the process. Also, risks of getting painful splinters were very high.
It was really good, clean family fun.
Imagine then, my surprise, nay, my indignant vexation to discover this fun house had been torn down after being deemed unsafe?
It was sad, really, like a significant piece of my childhood had been punched in the face.
It was with this mixture of sadness and nostalgia that we made Spring Rolls a couple of nights ago. Because Spring Rolls look a lot like fun houses.
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Remember that flat iron steak we'd been marinating in the last post? Now is its time to shine. A quick fry-up in a hot skillet, some bean sprouts, shredded carrots, and fresh mint, cilantro, and basil leaves are the only things needed to fill your Vietnamese fun house.
Dip the rice paper in water, fill the items listed above (not too much...bulging spring rolls are unattractive), and roll up, tucking in sides.
I am instantly transported back to the wooden barrel fun house of my youth.
Oh, and, consider whipping up a quick, yummo Asian dipping sauce (for me: soy sauce, rice vinegar, sesame oil, sriracha, and sweet chili sauce).
Your life will be nearly complete. Nostalgic memories and all.