I know not whether you ever actually existed as a commander of Chinese forces, but oh, how great you must have been. For you have inspired one of the most delicious and delectable delicacies this world has ever witnessed. How I yearn to taste the trademark flavors and embrace the MSG-laced juices that dribble seductively down my chin. How I cringe when I reach the end of the meal, and I have to wait in longing for our next rendez-vous.
May you rest in peace, wherever your mortal remains lie, Great One, knowing full well that your legacy has indeed been a glorious one.
There was a General Tso, several centuries ago. A great, legendary military commander who somebody decided to honor by naming their delicious chicken dish after.
Mmmmn, candied meat. (My wife and I have been using that as a term for a particular chinese dish for years now)
So, now I’m all tasted up for General Tso’s chicken…
AND THERE’S NOT A DECENT CHINESE RESTAURANT ANYWHERE IN THE COUNTRY! AAARGH! Curse island living, and curse you all too. I’ll go eat my mac and cheese and suffer alone.