2010. Los Angeles. I’m the newbie production assistant on a commercial set. The art coordinator suggests to me that we should get pho for lunch… Here are the things that went through 25 year old Anna’s head:
1) What in the dickens is pho?
2) How do you even pronounce that?
3) Can’t I just a get a Subway sandwich instead?
I picked up pho for the rest of the crew and a sandwich for myself. Then someone spilled their beef pho on my kit bag and it smelled like dirty feet for years after that. This began my hate relationship with the dish that I still do not know how to pronounce. (But like, is it “Fuh or Foh”? I NEED TO KNOW!)
Flash forward to 2016. Pregnant Anna cannot get enough veggie pho. Seriously. I ate that stuff no less than once a week Pho Extreme when I was preggo. But, I still had PTSD from that one time back in 2010! So, I added beef pho to my Culinary30 list, along with some weird jiggly bean jello milkshake thingamajig to make things super weird. Whoever called this thing a dessert is a cruel jokester.
I even slowed down my reactions just for you guys. I call this little number “Slow Mo Pho”. (That is if you pronounce it like “Foh”. Sigh. Whatever. You know what I mean.)
I think I’ll just stick w/ my safe veggie pho…