Yesterday I awoke dry-mouthed, slightly nauseous, and famished. Perhaps it was exhaustion — I had cooked for a small holiday party the previous night and quite frankly, had gotten precious little sleep. More likely it was the seven glasses of champagne, wine, and vodka I drank.
Nothing cures a hangover like a steaming pile of pho! Rice noodles, sliced beef (in this case, brisket & eye of round) in hot broth with lots of onions and herbs and jalapenos. A hearty dose of Sriracha squeezed artfully over the surface. After bolting this bowl of wonder I felt rejuvenated! It restored me to a semblance of humanity, if not full vigor.
I had just enough strength to drive home, flop on the couch, and watch Thunderball until I dozed into a fitful nap.