Tagged: Curry

Chicken Makhani & Garlic Naan

Life is a lot like running. In high school, I used to be my cross country team’s captain. At my school, the high school cross country team was open to middle school students and I remember running my very first 5km race in the cool Autumn breeze of the 8th grade. At the time, I was oblivious to the necessary training and immense mental strength primarily involved in finishing a race. I figured I was young, agile, and fit enough to instantly become one of the faster runners. Plus, I had my lucky pair of running shoes on. Sadly, I was terribly mistaken. I recall sprinting at the starting line to get a head start and consequently shifting between brisk walks, quick spurts, and sluggish jogs. When I finally reached the finish line, there weren’t many people there. I thought it was because I was one of the first to finish. In my exhausted state, I had been completely unaware of the people that had zoomed and zipped passed right in front of me. Finish time: 46 minutes. Wow, I thought, I must be fast. For all I knew, running was a cinch.
I was so wrong. To my later embarrassment and horror, I found out that I had been one of the stragglers – the slowpokes. But instead of getting discouraged and quitting, I continued going to practice 4 times a week and races every Saturday – even if it was only to get my face so red that it looked like a gleaming ripe tomato. Or, to get that adrenaline rush that made my legs numb at the sight of the awaiting crowd and finish line. Slowly, but surely, I improved. I became faster. I started running without needing to stop or take walking breaks. Over the next few years and after countless practices and very many races, I trimmed my 5km time down to a solid 23 minutes 34 seconds. I realized that running, like life, came down to persevering, putting mind over matter, and finding the right pace.Each year is like a race. Last year, I thought valiantly to myself, 2011 is going to be a great year. It’s going to be my year, my race. With a strong finish to the Fall semester of 2010 and an out-of-state, or off-island, vacation awaiting me at the finish line, I rushed into 2011 at a sprint. Needless to say, it wasn’t everything I’d predicted not to mention, everything I’d hoped for. My hasty beginning left me winded. It led me to struggle yet again between brisk walks, quick spurts, and sluggish jogs.  But it was, without a doubt in my mind, monumental. 2011 was a year of many; 2011 was when my blog started getting more recognition from those around me, I got promoted to a job that highlights my strengths and strengthens my weaknesses, I went through a heartwrenching break up that eventually unfolded into a rare, once-in-a-lifetime kind of friendship, I moved into a new apartment with 23… I mean, 4 fun-loving & amazing roommates, I ditched school religiously, I had my share of “drama,” I found love (which I’m admittedly still learning to accept) in what literally was a hopeless place, I quit my 3-year hostessing job at the same restaurant, I worked full-time in high-end, luxury retail, I moved again, I graduated with honors (miraculously), and then – for the first time in 4 years – I returned to Korea and was briefly reunited with my family. It was the race in which I stopped and stalled, time and time again. I even took a number of short-cuts and detours that only resulted in my delayed arrival at the finish line. I persevered, but crawled like a beginner, gasping and panting, to the end of 2011. Continue reading

Quick Blurb.

As you should already know, or at least semi know by now, I love to cook and I love to eat. The huge down-side of this for me and for everyone who shares this passion is that it burns huge holes in your pockets. I mean, it’s an expensive hobby. I can’t help it though, I would much rather spend my paychecks for this particular pursuit of happiness than spend it on other ephemeral or useless things. Please tell me I’m not the only one.

Well, even if I was, I try to find short-cuts here and there to save some extra cash while still satisfying my needs. One of these shameless money saving tricks include canned and instant foods. Not always my favorite, but they give me what I need for less dough. It’s also helpful that my sheltered boyfriend grew up on a diet of instant saimin (ramen noodles) and boiled eggs which therefore makes everything I prepare ‘amazing’ to him. He even praises me during my most irritating culinary disasters, which only adds to the irritation, albeit cute. Lucky for me, he’s simple and easy to please, so I don’t have to go all out with the best ingredients all the time. Yet, it’s funny how much he has taught me about food. We come from very different backgrounds and cultures, which inevitably means we have different palates.

For example, he prefers to have all his food salty. By salty, I mean he adds even more salt to instant noodles, something that is already overloaded with sodium. On the other hand, I prefer most my foods on the sweeter side. I guess we make the complimentary blend of sweet and salty, no? However, our ‘blend’ has been leaning more towards the salty side since I’ve been acquiescing more often than not to his requests for saltier foods. His most recent food discovery encompasses everything he loves, which I find entertaining and fascinating despite its unhealthiness. Lo and behold,

It was a great deal, 2 for $5 at Don Quijote and it made a really great lunch (except for the fact that it’s a little on the saltier side).

It took only a few minutes to heat in the microwave. We fried a couple eggs, sunny side-up, and placed them over a bed of rice and topped it all off with the steamy curry. We then generously sprinkled some shredded cheddar cheese over it all a la ‘Curry House’.

And yup, it tasted even better with my kimchee.