How to make fried rice that will make you forget it's leftovers
Well, that was a surprise: This past Christmas, after a lifetime of lapsed Roman Catholicism, I came to the realization that the Jews are right.
I'm not talking about matters of religious faith. Where those are concerned, I stand firmly in the corner of songwriter Iris Dement: "But no one knows for certain, and so it's all the same to me."
No, I'm talking about Christmas dinner. At the end of an interminable confab with my family, taking into account my children's admittedly provincial preferences along with the varied aversions and phobias of our invited guests, I huffed in exasperation, "Maybe we should just send out for Chinese!" My daughter yay-ed spontaneously, and Chinese takeout it was.
As those of you to whom I am currently married will attest, however, I cannot
