Comfort food
Sep. 10th, 2004 04:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hiddenmuseI've had a bad couple of days - when I say bad, I mean "bad, as in, burrow your head in the pillows and not come up for a week or three". Yeah - the no good, awful, why-did-I-even-bother sort of experience.
At the end of my first horrible day, I made some instant Rice Noodles (Thai Kitchen brand - mushroom flavor). Serious comfort food there.
Today, in the midst of another no-good-for-nothing, awful day, I ducked out of the office and went two doors down to a small Chinese restaurant for a steaming bowl of Udon noodles. They were very satisfying, made me feel like my chest could start to clear up - just from the steam emanating from the container, and again, it was incredible comfort food - right when I needed it.
It's interesting how tastes can change. I used to look at comfort food as being meatloaf and mashers, or turkey and mashers. Now, it's a bowl of Udon or any other Asian noodle soup. (Eaten with chopsticks, of course. It's the California thing to do ... or so I've been told.)
At the end of my first horrible day, I made some instant Rice Noodles (Thai Kitchen brand - mushroom flavor). Serious comfort food there.
Today, in the midst of another no-good-for-nothing, awful day, I ducked out of the office and went two doors down to a small Chinese restaurant for a steaming bowl of Udon noodles. They were very satisfying, made me feel like my chest could start to clear up - just from the steam emanating from the container, and again, it was incredible comfort food - right when I needed it.
It's interesting how tastes can change. I used to look at comfort food as being meatloaf and mashers, or turkey and mashers. Now, it's a bowl of Udon or any other Asian noodle soup. (Eaten with chopsticks, of course. It's the California thing to do ... or so I've been told.)
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