Had a nice walk to Korea Town today with the family. It was a gorgeous day, and rather than have a pity party at home, I told the family we were going for a walk. Plus, my girl has been way hormonal and has eaten through her stock-pile of Udon noodles! What the...??? She's a string bean, and she wears my jeans, with a belt. So she's nearly my height, but half my width. Kid jeans with the elastic inserts have been great until now, but she has the inseam of a grown woman. I guess worse things could happen!
So, off we went. Took ourselves a few extra blocks out of our way because it was so gorgeous out. Stopped into the Korean food court for a red bean bun for my kid (and we each took a bite, it was REMARKABLY GOOD). I wished we were all hungrier, because as we sat and munched on the little dessert (not little, actually), I looked around with mad food jealousy - steaming bowls of korean soup with kimchee, little clam shells that were opened and used up, big soup spoons, visible chili sauce on top of soups, sushi rolls, it was just a moment of "HOLY CRAP. I LOVE KOREAN FOOD".
But we stopped off at our now favorite (since all of the Japanese markets in our area closed down a few years back) Korean (with other Asian tendencies) Market for some supplies. A big bag of japanese sushi rice, more noodles, some snacky crackers. Snacky crackers? Also referred to as crack in our home. Those Asians sure know how to make snack food, and once you open a bag, it never gets clipped and put away for later. So, we never open up a bag alone. At least, not that I know of... hmmm. *suspiciously wondering if my husband buys snacky crackers on the sly...* Exhibit A (which is no longer in existence in our home). Exhibit B - which will probably disappear sometime in the night).
Anyway, we got lots of groceries, and made some homemade ramen! Not really traditional ramen, since I didn't spend a week making the freaking broth.
Bought pork belly and cooked it in soy sauce, garlic, ginger, rice wine vinegar, and love. Simmered that for 45, then added to a big pot of water, miso paste, shitake mushrooms, and Miracle Noodles! One might think that Miracle Noodles are the most foul food product on the market - even with zero calories... the package smells disturbing and the noodles are as easy to chew as rubber bands. BUT! If you hold your nose, cut the package and immediately dump the noodles into a colander with hot water running, rinse those suckers out good, you'll never know. And if you add the noodles to a soup (or a red sauce or other penetrating sauce - that sounds pornographic!) it will magically... or miraculously!... take on a whole different and wonderful form. Scooped our magical fake ramen into bowls, added Enoki mushrooms, Daikon radish slices (I like them raw, the crunch is awesome!), and half of a boiled egg - which I'd forgotten until a few spoonfuls in. What I totally forgot was the scallions we bought! But, that gives us something to look forward to when we finish the leftovers!
Now, to ignore the sweet bean cakes we bought. I swear, those things talk. Perhaps an apple will sidetrack me...
Tomorrow... radiation #1! Yippee! At least I have acupuncture first. I tried to relax with a Schmailey's. Ok, I call it Schmailey's because it's Carolans, which is a knock off of Bailey's. But, I like it better. It's so full of fat and calories, but it's DELICIOUS and fulfills both my dessert and drinky-poo wants.
I discussed with hubby how little I drank before cancer. And how it's bad for cancer. But you know what? I'm stressed like a muthafucka! But I still don't drink much, I guess I just drink my thimble full of whatever more frequently than a few times a week. That freaking Schmailey's gets me though. Am I going to get cancer from drinking now? I know once my exchange surgery is past, I will calm down. Right? Unless I get re-cancified. That would suck rocks. But, let's hope that won't happen.
Funny. I feel so vulnerable to cancer now that I have it. Like, my breast cancer sent out some evite to it's friends, let them know it found a cancer friendly body!
Hey, cancer and friends. Get the F out. I'm over it.
Can cancer get cancer? I sure hope so.
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