Dinner tonight — after a round or two of What do you want to do for dinner? I dunno, what do you want to do? Uh... — was brown rice vermicelli (bún — 59 cents at Sun Hop Fat #1 grocery for a package of what would be four servings if you don't let Pirate serve) with homemade peanut sauce; I topped mine with sliced cucumber, mango, carrot, and avocado while Pirate stuck to avocado.
Very tasty, very colorful. My toss-it-together dinners back when I was eating omnivorously were never this interesting. What comes to mind is one of my favorite analogies: If you set out to write a sonnet, you're voluntarily accepting certain constraints and limitations. And yet if you do, some wonderful things can result.