week 3 days :(
- “They used to call me anal girl. I was very neat and organized.”
- Chopped sweet potato sauteed with spinach, bacon or spicy sausage, and a splash of olive oil.Toasted bread spread with honey, chunky peanut butter, vanilla ice cream, and sprinkled with granola. Tamago Kake Gohan. All incredibly delicious
- Kimchi Chronicles and A Cook’s Tour on Hulu. Further proof that I don’t just like eating food.
- DreamWorks came to present at our school this week. I love Pixar, but I might be sold to the dark side. Plus, Rise of the Guardians looks freakin sweet.
- Remember when 12am used to be considered late?
- 8am every morning. What’s sleeping in again?
Bits of home.
***Warning** This is a fatty related post inspired by watching too many episodes of No Reservations.
No matter how dead-beat tired I am coming home, I almost always cook my meals. It’s just way too expensive here in New York not to (money runs like water!).
The temptation is so huge, especially when there’s a plethora of restaurants, bakeries, cafes, and other fine established eateries right around the corner from me. But when it comes down to it, the matter is not whether I can eat there or not, it’s if I should eat out. It a short battle with myself that always ends with me saying to myself, “Would you like one nice meal, or groceries for a week?” The battle which follows is a personal struggle between generic vs a brand name food product.
But with some of the foods I make, I can’t really complain. Pesto pasta and a side of toasted baguette slathered with cream cheese and a thin layer of smoked salmon (lots of salt when you’re boiling it), sausage and potato pizza with carmelized onions, and the ole’fashioned fried peanut-butter, chocolate, and banana sandwich are just a few of my signature meals. The beauty of it is that they take less than an hour to cook and prepare. And I’m the kind of person who shares her food, which makes for happy roomies and tummies. For the nights I really come home a mess (it’s been a lot lately), there are the meals I call throw-whatever’s-in-the-fridge-into-a-bowl. I highly recommend trying a rice bowl with fried hot dog and melted cheese, with a dash of soy sauce and chopped basil.
When I do go out, it’s something special. Unique. A piece of fine food I know love, care, skill, and preparation was put into. That’s not to say that I don’t love my junk food candy bars or packets of ramen from time to time. But when I’m spending money, it’s gotta be something more memorable than a pack of Oreo or Twinkies; in all honesty, those suckers are best served deep fried to hell.
It doesn’t help in making me a regular, but I’m not much of a restaurant repeater. My attitude towards that is from knowing there are other places out there still worth discovering, and to look forward to one or twice a month. It’s a never-ending pursuit of happiness.
Now that I’m gonna start work soon, I’ve been thinking about how I’m gonna treat myself once a week to some specialty food I imagine myself buying regularly someday when I have the paycheck that can fend for it. Maybe some real maple syrup from Berkshire Berries, so I can get started on those pancakes I keep telling myself I’m gonna make, but instead go for the bowl of oatmeal. Or maybe go over to Quattro’s Game Farm, and finally get myself a hunk of venison I’ve been eyeing to make a hearty stew to kick off the fall season.
What can I say? I don’t need designer clothes or a penthouse suite. I’m just a skinny Asian girl with a heart of a fatty.