I have found the source of the five pounds I am going to gain in the next two weeks.  And I don’t know what to call it.  My dad calls it breakfast.

And before you go turning your nose up at this concoction, you must hear me out.  A note, you ought to like either one or both of the following to imagine what this might taste like: hot and sour soup and fried rice.  And not just any bowl of either, but my dad’s — which are phenomenally better than some of the crap I’ve sampled around the country.

Hear me out, before you go turning your nose up at this bowl of goodness.

So here’s what it is:  fried rice with some hot and sour soup poured over-top.  And that’s it.  Amazing.

I think I know why I like it so much.  When I was a kid, I’d go wait tables on Saturdays with my dad at our first restaurant, Kwan’s Chinese Cuisine (54th and Penn Ave. in Minneapolis — still there, same owners we sold to 14 years ago), all I would eat was fried rice with my dad’s homemade warm sweet and sour sauce on top.  This new deal is the grown-up version — with some spice, a little tofu and all the other hot and sour soup fixings.

I love the spiciness, the bite from the vinegar and the tinge of sweetness that my dad adds to his hot and sour.  Super  addicting.  Come try it sometime.

But the real question is, could I sell it?  If I did, how might I come up with a name for it?

And since I plan on eating more tonight… I made sure to workout today.  I’m trying a Gold’s Gym and I managed a two-mile run around Shakopee.