Hi, my name is Sarah and I’m a self-proclaimed Chinese food addict. Anyone close to me, whether it’s my family, boyfriend or closest friends, knows how extensive this addiction is. Everyone has their favorite foods that they claim they could eat every day. People often say it’s pizza, chocolate, or bacon. When it comes to Chinese, I can eat it 2-3 times per day, every day as a matter of fact, if I allowed myself to. I actually did this on several occasions.
My favorite dishes include: cheese wontons, pork soup dumplings (Joe Shanghai is #1 in Chinatown for these), eggrolls/spring rolls, wonton egg drop soup, chicken teriyaki, pepper steak, pork/chicken/beef fried rice, lo mein, mixed vegetables, stir fry etc.
The list could and will literally go on forever.
Anytime someone suggests a type of restaurant to go to, 80% of thetime I’ll bully them into going for Chinese. While this may be limited to a comfort food for most people, it can easily be my supplement for a daily dose of happy pills. Now, growing up in suburbia New Jersey, my choices were pretty limited. However, anytime a new spot opened up, my best friend Frank and I would try it out.
My addiction to Chinese food was brought to my attention my junior year in high school. My friends and I rented a condo in Wildwood for prom weekend, and went food shopping the night before to stock up on “supplies.” “Sarah, what else do you think we need? I actually tried convincing my friends to buy white rice and friggen soy sauce. They looked at me like I was out of my mind. This past winter, my boyfriend and I ordered Chinese food off of seamless at LEAST once a week. This included sunday fundays, random snow days, and then some.
This past week alone, I’ve consumed Chinese food from 3 different places. I enjoy equally as much whether I’m happy, sad, hot cold, or indifferent. So, why do I love it so much? It simply hits the spot everytime.