So it’s a Sunday night, and I’m eating a big bowl of Shin ramyun instant noodles (with an egg!) in the kitchen, which still smells like incense. I hate the smell of incense past the Lunar New Year, so my nose isn’t very happy at the moment. I usually don’t eat this late, ’cause I’m not often hungry this late, but my sister was watching some Korean drama in which the main characters seemed to do nothing but eat, go to work (“work”– they didn’t do any work while at the office), eat some more while at work, and then go home or head to one another’s houses and eat again. There were many close-up shots of people’s faces as they slurped up noodles, soup, stew, etc. It made us really want to eat, though, so we made our own bowls of noodles. I wonder how the hell Korean people can just take a huge bite of food when it’s still literally boiling in the pot– I’m blowing and blowing on my spoonful of noodles/soup and my glasses are fogging up, I feel the noodle-steam rise up and clog the pores of my freshly-washed face, and the food is still too hot to eat. A couple of weeks ago, Hollywood-friend visited, and requested that we go to the local pizzeria, ’cause it fricken has the best pizza ever. We were in a hurry, and I was hungry, so I started eating as soon as I got my piping hot slice of mushroom pizza, and the sauce scorched my tongue, the roof of my mouth, my gums, and my throat as it went down. Dear Buddha, I’m never doing THAT again. Friend across the way was eating his slice like it was nothing. Perhaps I’ve just been cursed with a weaker, more sensitive layer-that-covers-my-inner-mouth-and-throat than everyone else. TRUE WOE. When you eat at Korean restaurants often, this is a huge disadvantage.
Oh, man, I’m so full. Why did I think it would be a good idea to eat so late? Hello Giggles recently did a post on Korean girls filming themselves eating trays upon trays of food (in one sitting) for live audiences. Apparently, it’s called mok-bang, and it pays pretty darn well, if you become popular enough. I watched the mok-bang video they linked to, and I was truly astonished; a petite, slim girl happily munching away at what looked like PANFULS of food, two-three inches deep, BY HERSELF. I couldn’t eat that much if I TRIED. Despite my calorie-counting that I might as well not do ’cause I’m going over it as we speak, I tend to eat what I want, when I want, however often I want, and I still end up eating less than most people I know. I get full fast, and aside from a few days per month when I’m in what I’ve dubbed as beast mode, where I’m strangely hungry 24/7 and binge-eat, I don’t require that much food to feel stuffed. But this girl! Wow, she can EAT.
Oh, damn it, now I crave cinnamon swirl-chocolate chip bread. What is cinnamon swirl-chocolate chip bread, you ask? It’s from this recipe here. My sister and I used a metal pan, and our bread somehow came out an inch taller than Sally’s (I think that’s her name); the center was completely raw after an hour, so we left it in the oven for another fifteen minutes, and it was STILL raw, so I we had to put it back in for ANOTHER fifteen minutes, after which it came out slightly dry and crispy around the edges. Sadness.
We ate a slice each, with a glass of milk, because it was way too dry and thick to eat without milk. THIS MORNING, HOWEVER! I cut myself a slice for breakfast, and it was really good. Sally was totally right– you should wait until Day 2 before eating the bread. Good-bye, plans to share bread with friends. It’s going into my tummy now.
Random comment before I go… I’m listening to my favorite musical piece, Shostakovich’s “Symphony No. 7 in C Major, op. 60, ‘Leningrad'” on my iPod; it’s been a while since I’ve made it past the first half hour of the thing, and right around the thirty-fifth minute, it gets pretty damn awesome. The first few minutes will always be the best, but there are three-to-five minute bursts of amazing symphonic eargasms throughout “Leningrad” that make the entire hour and a half worth listening to, at least once.