This is one of my childhood favorite weekend dish while growing up in a 300+ Cambodian refugee apartment complex Park Village in Stockton, CA back in the late 80s. Mainly because the lady in one of the apartment in the complex known as Chanrith’s Mom had the Cambodian fried noodles available for sale at only $1 per a zip lock sandwich bag. We would reserve some of the fried noodles and add it to porridge the next meal. Not that the fried noodles were difficult
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I’ve been MIA for sometime now. 
For the curious minds here is what happened. I was on braces for almost 3 years and when I finally got off they put me on retainers. I was suppose to wear them 24/7 and take them off only when I eat. Well, it was uncomfortable and I end up wearing them off and on, at night for the most part. Then when I was traveling, I sort of misplace it. I went without my retainer for more
