Posted January 4th, 2009 by Meg
I rarely ever crave Chinese food, but a few days ago it felt like the best idea ever. Panda Heaven is a random restaurant near the Coventry Mall in Pottstown, Pennsylvania that serves both Chinese and Japanese food. The staff is always friendly and the food reinforced that it was the best idea ever.
House Chow Fun - Delicious wide noodles.
Pennsylvania Roll - I forgot to write down what was in this roll, but it was quite yummy.
Fortune Cookie
Panda Heaven
118 Coventry Square Mall
Pottstown, PA 19464
(610) 970-6953
Posted January 1st, 2009 by Meg
Every year my family follows the Pennsylvania Dutch (Deutsch) tradition of serving Pork and Sauerkraut for New Years Day. It is a long held belief that this meal will help bring good luck for the upcoming year. I’ll eat to that!
Posted December 31st, 2008 by Meg
Here is the photos of progress. Of course far from finished, but well on it’s way. Most important to note - I have been in a better mood.
Posted December 29th, 2008 by Meg
About a year or two ago my parents decided to get the floors redone in the house. At this time I was away in Los Angeles and had not control over what was going to happen to my room. Consequently, everything I owned was placed half-assedly into boxes. No method to the madness. No consideration either - after finding a bottle of baby oil leaking on top of personal sentimental items such as high school yearbooks and other mementos. In past visits home, I have avoided my bedroom completely so I wouldn’t have to deal with cleaning it up and slept in the tv room. Fortunately or Unfortunately, this lazy avoidance did not work out this winter. My allergies have gotten worse or this house has gotten dustier (safe to say that it’s both). A house with 5 cats, 2 dogs, and tons of dust collecting furniture has made this trip hard to breathe. Recognizing the importance of clean air, I moved back into my bedroom. I have opened up the window to air out the room (it’s been a closed room with stale air for probably a year) and have began to deconstruct the boxes. It is not as easy as I thought it was going to be. It’s going through over a decade years of “stuff” I have accumulated. I am more of a pack rat than I remembered. From the looks of it, I archived everything! Every magazine I ever read, every stuffed animal I ever received, every bag I ever used… somehow I had kept in my room. Ridiculous. I found my drivers permit, tons of photos, my “Blossom” hat (circa ‘92), all my high school notes, grades, papers, a plethora of cd cases (with no cds), individual socks missing their partners, clothes, etc. It’s an intense and slow process to sift through these things. Each picture I want to look at, each old shirt I want to try on. Reflection on the way it used to be. Quite the purging / detoxing experience. But, this is what I have been doing the past few days. As no-fun as it sounds, it is making me feel more comfortable at home. This trip has been unexplainably hard for me and now I am thinking it was because I didn’t have my own space. Because I am FINALLY going through everything, I am making it comfortable for the 25 year old Meg (and hopefully the future Meg) and not trying to live in the messy space the 18 year old Meg left behind….
Posted December 27th, 2008 by Meg
Because this isn’t great:
Service = rude
Food = overpriced and bland.
I know what you’re thinking. Maybe it would be better without the traditional cheez whiz. You might be right, but it was by accident that I got stuck with the traditional, nasty “cheese.” I ordered my “pepper cheese steak” and by the time I had realized the man at the window had not asked me what type of cheese I wanted (like I had heard him ask my friend ahead of me) and was probably going to give me the cheez whiz, I said “wait!” but, the man didn’t listen and poured the cheez whiz on it. I said, “I wanted provolone cheese,” but he gave me the face similar to one of a d-bag and said “too late.” I was livid of this soup nazi-esque experience. I wanted to just throw it out, but it cost 8 dollars to not get what I wanted. I gave it a try, realized it sucked and decided I would write about it. The meat was dry. The peppers too oiled up to really add anything to the sandwich except more oil. Rip Off. All and all, gross and boring. Go to Subway instead.
Sorry Philly… you’re not my city.
Pat’s King of Steaks
237 E Passyunk Ave
Philadelphia, PA 19147
(215) 468-1546
Posted December 25th, 2008 by Meg
Prime Rib
Mashed Potatoes
Posted December 25th, 2008 by Meg
