The Moscovore extended family (on my side anyway) could possibly die of malnutrition without this particular recipe. The origins are lost in the mists of time, though family legend leans towards the idea that my Aunt Julie came up with it, or liked it. She was not alone. Her mother, the venerable Franny (1908-2010) adored them, and always asked for them after any medical procedure, which smelt up the post op atmosphere something fierce, thereby ensuring Franny’s prompt departure from the hospital and back to venues that support ideas like cocktail hour.
We used to call these Oriental Noodres, but then we learned that this handle was only for carpets so now we call them Asian Noodres.
Everyone in the extended Moscovore family loves these. They are great for picnics, brown bags, buffet lunches, or just as a thing you keep in the fridge to nosh on because there aren’t any earnest Chinese people delivering warm bags of bad food. I miss that, but in the end of the day — this is better than what they bring, doesn’t give you so much heartburn and, depending on how savvy you are about sourcing the ingredients, could possibly be cheaper.
Serve and enjoy!