A part of me feels like this post should be about readjusting to life at home but I realized how silly that is because I’ve been coming home all throughout college and honestly I haven’t accepted that it’s over yet. I’m sure it will hit me at some point; Nick said it didn’t happen for him until August when he should’ve been returning to school but wasn’t two years ago when he graduated. Sounds about right. And a little horrible.
Since I got back last night, though, I’ve been far more concerned with detoxing after all the food and beer I’ve consumed over the past three weeks. The whole “this is my last chance to ever eat/drink ______” mentality is incredibly dangerous and ruled my eating habits and wallet in my last days in Berkeley. Fries from Oscars after a Monkeyhead, bowls of greasy noodles at Spices 3 post Beer Rev, and pork laden tapas at District with old coworkers over yet another point of beer (just to make a fraction of my meals) all left me feeling sorta… greasy and bloated.
That’s why today I miraculously passed on the aloha royal and loco moco I love so much at TNT in favor of the cold saimin. To be honest, not eating at TNT at all would have probably been the smartest choice, but I’m only human.
To make up for the half of a spam musubi that I snuck at lunch, I decided to make a healthy dinner for my mom and brother. Thanks to the magical TV now available to me, I was inspired by Nigella Lawson, my second favorite homemaker (after Ina of course). She made a spiced rice with salmon dish, seasoned with cumin, coriander, tumeric, and lime, some of my favorite flavors. Apparently this dish, kedgeree, is a take on as common British brunch dish, which was originally inspired by an Indian dish. Who knew? This dish was one of my biggest revelations since I found out what shakshuka is. Rice, fish, spices, and eggs to boot? How could it not satisfy me? And more importantly how could it make me feel fat and gross?
I subbed out the regular white basmati for brown and the poaching of the fish not only made it tender and most but very healthy too. With blanched haricot vertes on the side and elderberry soda to wash it all down, I almost forgot my culinary hedonism for a bit. Almost.
On another note this post was actually sort of a test. You see, this entire thing was done from my lil nexus tablet, including the photo uploading and editing. This means that contrary to what I originally thought, I will be able to post in Asia!! Wooooo!! Don’t expect any award winning posts or photos though because I can only do so much on a 7″ screen. And with that, my finger is tired. More about Asia to come!
When I graduated high school, my neck was adorned with at least six or seven cords of various colors, indicating that I had been a part of at least six or seven (very “exclusive”) organizations or societies. They were, as I’ve come to realize in my old age, a very prideful display of my accomplishments and intelligence (or so I thought). High school graduation didn’t feel like a big achievement. Where I grew up, graduating high school was the norm (with a 100% graduation rate at my high school of 2400 students), so graduation was just another chance to show off.
The picture above sort of makes me cringe when I look at it. It was taken almost exactly four years ago, when I was a senior in high school.Now, I’m a senior in college, exactly two weeks from graduation. Excuse my french, but holy shit four years went by quickly.
March and April have been busy months for me. I’ve been baking a lot due to the ungodly number of birthdays that have just passed in the last two weeks, but I’ve had no time to post about it, nor have I been terribly interested in documenting my cooking lately.
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Even though there are seven days in a week, I think soup week is over. Despite failing to make soup every single day for seven days, I’d like to give myself a pat on the back for posting 5 times in one week. Okay, enough self congratulation, the real star of soup week was this khao soi.
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First off, let me acknowledge that I know this isn’t soup, but we’ll just put that little endeavor on pause for a second.Onward: Spam gets a bad rap. I’m very aware that it is a canned mystery meat, full of voodoo and weirdness, and also that it does’t fit very neatly into my diet, which tries to stay on the healthy, organic side of things. But then again, I ate a donut last night from Kingpin, and I’m almost certain it wasn’t healthy or organic. Point being: there are some things too good to leave out of any diet, spam being one of them. I mean, who can say no to a meat that can take on the shape of its container? I guess this isn’t helping…but let me finish.