Jet lag-2, good housewife-0. Yes, that’s right, jet lag wins again. Maybe I let him win, but the boss says he gives me a week to get over him, so I have a few more days. Anyway, after another sleepless night the night before, I finally fall asleep around 6am and wake up just long enough for Brandon to say goodbye as he leaves for work. BUT I DO manage to whimper a reminder to him to take his baguette with brie & jambon before he leaves from the bedroom, so I chalk one up for good housewife before I drift back to sleep. (Then again, I actually didn’t make him that sandwich, he kinda just threw it together with the leftover baguette from dinner…) Eh, details, details.

So I wake up and look at the clock, 1:30pm. Not bad. I’m kinda proud of myself at that point, and decide to give my head a victory rest on the pillow before I get up… and then 2 more hours later, the victory rest has concluded. Dang it! Will I ever begin my life here in Paris, and actually go explore so I can blog to my two readers about something other than what I cooked for dinner?! Sadly, that is yet to be seen.

Anyway, so I start tidying up the house cause I’m too scared to log on and face Brandon on Gchat, cause I KNOW he’s wondering where I am…could I still be asleep?! As my husband, he should know that is a definite yes. So I put away the dishes and clean up a few things just so I can say I did something before I signed on. Anyway, I sign on and of course he’s right there asking me what time I woke up as I run off my list of things I’ve accomplished in the half hour since I woke up, trying to make it seem as if I’ve been awake all day.

And so it goes. Unfortunately, my two readers, we decided not to go out to dinner. So no yummy Paris food to show you. But I think we’ll be having our first guest over from the States…Luke! He’s here on business too, but he’s leaving on Saturday, so tomorrow is the only day we’ll be able to meet in Paris. Anyway, we’re probably going out to dinner, so fingers crossed, I’ll have something other than home cooking to show you.

As you can see, not much happened today, so I made sure to take some scenic shots of the neighborhood to keep you guys occupied.

This is part of my walk to the larger grocery store in my hood.

The large intersection where the metro/RER station is located…and we’re walking… we’re walking…

There she is, Monoprix. A tad bit larger than the Franprix next to our apartment. And granted all these grocery stores can probably fit nicely into a service deli department at an Albertsons, or half an aisle at Costco. Oh, Costco…how I miss you. Anyway…I digress.

And this is just in here for me. After my shopping, I came out and noticed this French flag in front of the McDonalds, as if to remind the Parisians, yes, you can eat here, and yes, they serve french fries, but don’t forget who you are.

So on to dinner.

Three days without rice, so of course I was going through major withdrawal. Asian it is! Got the jasmine rice going. (My beloved Korean rice is still on its way in the air shipment) And so tonight, its Chinese night, with the ususal suspects for a quick stir-fry.

Heating up chicken broth for egg drop soup. Can it get anymore Chinese? I think not. Hopefully, the real Helen Wong is proud. (My mother-in-law. Yes, we are both named Helen)

Dang, stuff boils fast! Gotta love the induction cooktop. So carrots and onions in the pool, and chicken frying up in the pan.

All the veggies join the party, sesame seed oil, soy sauce, boom, done. Yes, Yan can and I can too.

Crack in some eggs, give it a stir, and we are good to go.

And the man who made me the Parisian housewife I am today… bon appetit! (And yes, I packed my sriracha and “chinese grandma” hot chili oil in my luggage. Air shipment was supposed to take 1-2 weeks people!)

That’s all for tonight folks. Stay tuned…Oink! Oink!