For as much Vietnamese food I consume, I must have been Vietnamese in my past life.
When I was with H, we ate pho almost every weekend.
T, who is Vietnamese, expanded my Vietnamese food horizons. Thanks to his sister, I was lucky enough to have home cooked Vietnamese food basically everyday. And family events on the weekend? Food. Heaven.
Now, with CT, my Vietnamese food cravings are as strong as ever. And though he’s very supportive, it’s usually just me in SD, so it’s up to me to satisfy my own cravings.
So what’s a girl to do? Make her own pho of course. In her instant pot.
Yaaaaaas. Happy tummy.
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Love pho, looks awesome!