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A Timeless Mother’s Day

Each year as Mother’s Day dawns upon us, I find myself reverting back to a time when making toast and scrambled eggs for my mom was my life’s greatest accomplishment. This is, of course, not to say that I’ve had too many more, but I think we can both agree that I’ve cultivated my culinary skills a wee bit. Although my mom has always been impressed during her few opportunities to try my slightly more elaborate dishes, I think¬† we both know that it’s the simplest of dishes (like this one) that bring us the utmost joy and pleasure.
Especially since we haven’t been able to celebrate a Mother’s Day together in years, our fondest memories of Mother’s Day are those that involve an even mini-er me stealthily waking up and cooking some exceptionally magnificent version of toast and eggs, unnoticed. Then, of course, “surprising” mom with the whole self-aggrandizing breakfast-in-bed spiel. Thank goodness for modern technology so that she may enjoy this from Korea vicariously through my blog, as I am sure she is while preparing an even more sumptuous and extravagant meal for the rest of the family. She is quite the extraordinary cook, you know. And despite her modest ways, we all know there’s no competition when it comes to cooking between a daughter and her mom.
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Dessert Disaster – Part I.

I know, I know. Cinco de Mayo was over a week ago, but as I’ve been grumbling on and on about, school has indeed bereft me of all sources of happiness. This clearly includes baking, cooking and of course, the chronicling of both. So, yes, to my utter dismay, I’ve neglected the food blog. This means, the next couple blogs are going to be slightly outdated.

Nevertheless, here I am and here is what my kitchen has been up to the last week or so.

As I was saying, Cinco de Mayo, the fifth of May. While over here in Hawaii, it seems to be just another excuse of a holiday to go party and get wasted, I realize that that particular day has very much significance in the Latin American world. It’s the day where the Mexican forces won unlikely victory over the French in the Battle of Puebla in 1862. Therefore, people celebrate this day in order to commemorate this event.

As a student currently taking Spanish class, it was not surprising to hear my teacher excitedly say,
“Para la proxima clase, prepara una comida para una fiesta”, assigning us to bring some sort of regional dish of some sort as homework for our next and finally, last class of the year.

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Cobb-ulously Improvised.

Anyway, back to being narcissistic (for today, at least). The members of my household, myself included, have become increasingly self-conscious due to some recently realized and undoubtedly unwanted weight gain. We are getting quite chubbalicious (chubby from delicious delicacies), if you know what I mean. Hence, we have decided to start eating healthier. Well, for the time being or however long my junk food-loving body can withstand. Seriously – I kid you not, I am currently having withdrawals.

While the silly BF has somehow gotten the idea that he can succeed in doing the “Master Cleanse” (also known as the “Beyonce diet”), the roommate and I are slightly more sane – I mean, realistic. Just to fill you in, the “Master Cleanse” is some sort of detox diet that consists of sipping on a lemonade concoction for about 10 days. Think that sounds easy?¬† I forgot to tell you that it’s all you are allowed to consume. Food is absolutely out of the question. This “lemonade” is composed of water, real lemon juice, maple syrup and cayenne pepper. Basically, it’s self-induced anorexia. Okay, scratch that. That’s a little extreme. However, it definitely takes an immense amount of self-discipline to successfully accomplish such a daunting task. I have not yet mastered this sense of self-discipline and don’t tell, but neither has the BF. Sorry babe, but as of right now, I don’t think either of us will be seeing those sexy Beyonce curves anytime soon.
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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.