The other night, I made ddukbokki with udon noodles in place of the usual ramen noodles. I love the chewiness of the udon noodles. And later that night, reading Faye’s blog post made me crave some more of them chewy noodles. She blogged about a Chinese breakfast that she had, which included some really delicious noodles. She didn’t say how it was prepared other than that it was stir fried and spicy, but the pictures looked really yummy. It totally made me want some! When I woke up today, I decided that I wanted to eat more noodles (again). And it was going to be stir-fried just like Faye’s.
I think this is the first meal I’ve cooked at home in weeks. It seems like I didn’t cook anything at all over the holidays. I mostly ate out or ate other people’s cooking. Speaking of which, do any of you guys ever pretend to like someone’s cooking just to be polite? Most of my friends and family members know that I am not the type of person to pretend to like anything if I actually don’t, including food. But with acquaintances that I am not that close with and other certain people, it’s a little hard. I was at a friend’s house and one of the girls made cookies. They were some kind of holiday-ish gingerbread type cookies. She baked a batch and offered them to us. At first bite, I was thinking to myself that the cookies weren’t made properly. First of all, they looked like they were overmixed or something, having lost its shape. They were way spread out. And it totally could have used a bit more baking spices. Everyone else was telling her how good the cookies were. And I don’t think they were lying to her face because they kept grabbing for more.
There was this other time when a friend’s mom made Kimbap that was really really bland. You know how Korean moms can be…they offer you food and keep trying to feed you more and more when they see your plate empty. I had some just to be polite. When I stopped eating, she kept telling me to have more. People’s parents are on top of the list of people that made you feel obligated into eating their bad cooking out of politeness. It’s hard for me to be blunt with the older generation. But with my own parents, they always know. My mom hears insults about her cooking all the time by me. lol. She already knows that she’s a bad cook and does not like cooking anyway, so.