RecipeMuncher

If you tied me down and covered me with daddy long legs in an attempt to make me tell you my most favorite kind of food, I would gasp out in my dying breath (because certainly when one is covered with daddy long legs, one will will without a doubt die from fright), that it would have to be Vietnamese.  And please don’t say, “Sure, Pam it’s because you adopted your daughters from there.”  Because while yes, Vietnam did give me my three sweeties, it also gives me food that I ca (...)