When the weather is cold or we are sick, Pete and I crave Pho (Vietnamese noodle soup). Yesterday was a cold, overcast day and I woke up with a sore throat so we walked over to our favorite Pho place for lunch. Aliyah dove right in like a pro. She wanted to use chopsticks like the rest of us but then when she realized they were slowing her down she went back to her fork. When Pete and I first moved to our town there weren't any Vietnamese restaurants around and now that are many to choose from. We can only cross our fingers and hope that some Ethiopian restaurants open up near us soon.
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