Pray for ya boi because I’m about to try to make a dent on ten months of depression piling, trash, and alcohol bottles in my room.

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Pray for ya boi because I’m about to try to make a dent on ten months of depression piling, trash, and alcohol bottles in my room.
Text from the brother on vacation with his wife and my parents: “Hey. Mom wants to know if you harvested the pineapple.”
Me: “what. Pineapple. 👁️👁️”
This tiny nugget, apparently.
We’re so back.
Shout out to the absolutely lovely fellow at my favorite Chinese restaurant for this exchange today when I ordered the Ma Po Tofu instead of their curry chicken (which is amazing. They’re directly next to a Jamaican chain restaurant in a Jamaican neighborhood.)
“You like spicy?”
“I do! I love it!”
“Me too, when a dish isn’t spicy it feels like it has no soul.”
“BRO. YES. Nothing more disappointing than a thing claiming it’s spicy and it doesn’t hit.”
“And you want meat?”
That got a pause from me.
“If a person orders ma po tofu and doesn’t want it spicy or with meat what’s left? That’s. That’s…tofu.”
That poor man gave me one of the top most haunted looks I’ve seen in fifteen years of retail:
“You’d be surprised.”
I’ve been trying to go and see a movie for two weeks now and I’m really really hoping tomorrow’s the day
At last.
Bestie Picklies.
Maybe a platter of uncured salami and two shots of aperitif for breakfast (at noon) will get me through making this god damn soup.
Cooked soup with no plans today. I so rarely cook meat I forgot I thawed two bone-in chicken thighs from the freezer because…usually the meats in my freezer are seafood and liver and nothing else. So so stupidly started my stock with beef broth instead and backtracked later like “you know what? It’s fine. The bones will do their work.”
No caramelizing. No braise. Just dumping things into a pot and taking big sniffs to see if I was happy with it.
At the very end I added Perilla Oil.
It’s. impossible to explain perilla oil’s flavor without a frame of reference. So it tastes a bit like the seaweed used to when my dad used to blend nori up and add it to our barley soups growing up. It’s got that bitter dark greenness to it.
It’s not a recipe. It’s not even something I’d make again because it’s scraps. But seeing how the perilla oil worked in the soup was…very nice. Felt like a shortcut.
I may have wasted all my days off on sleep and frivolous things but… at least I learned a little bit about what I want to use for flavor depth in the future and how, and I have a few new dried ingredients to play with if I want to plan ahead (dried thistle and radish greens) and I know that thyme and marjoram work nicely with the perilla to kind of brighten it out of its depth…