I’m not sure exactly how many hours I spend online everyday, but it’s a lot. Usually start with my email. Then I see a Facebook notification for me being tagged in a photo. I click on the link, check out the photo and decide to keep me tagged. Then I read through newsfeed. Someone posted a Youtube link. I laugh out loud at the hilarious video. Then I see more intriguing videos on the side. I click through some more, and move on to Twitter. Do a quick skim through all the tweets. Come across a tweet about German wines and freak out that I no longer remember whether Auslese means harvested later than Kabinett or not. Do a quick search online and read through all the relevant Wikipedia articles articles. Then someone IMs me. Oh, I also have to catch up on some of the blogs on Google Reader now…crap, now I’m either late to work, didn’t get my laundry done before bed, or just feel bleh from being on computer for so long.
Same thing for my kitchen. As much as I love working in the kitchen, sometimes I have to hold myself back. Otherwise, it always turns out like tonight.
Feeling hungry, I walked over to the kitchen. It was already past 8 p.m., and since I had made plans for some wine drinking around 10, I was going to do just something quick. I saw a bag of ramen in the cabinet. Hmm, what could I add to make it somewhat healthy. I opened the fridge and started going through it. Expired milk, chuck. (Damn, that bottle cost me $3.50.) Slightly moldy cheese. (Ugh, I hate a busy week when I have no time to cook.) Then I see half an onion. Also a plastic container of leftover zucchini and shitake mushroom. Score. Oh, and the chicken I worked on last night. Duh.
Now I had a big pile of “extra” stuff on my counter, and it felt like a waste to contaminate them with dry instant noodles and MSG. Okay, let’s make some stir-fry. I chopped some garlic and ginger, mixed them in with soy sauce, sugar, lemon juice and black pepper. Marinated the chicken and mushroom in the sauce. Chopped the rest of the veggies.
Then I realized I didn’t have rice. Do I have noodles? After going through the cabinets for a while, I found an almost-empty bag of spaghetti, but I didn’t want something like the “Shanghai Pasta” dishes they sell at the big-name family restaurants. (What a name. I hated the “Asian Salad” McDonalds carried for a while. Just because it had “Mandarin” oranges and some “Chinese” croutons? Give me a break.)
All right, time to test how handmade noodles taste in stir-fry. I started mixing some flour and water to make the dough. Now it was almost 9 p.m., and I was supposed to be done with dinner half an hour ago and getting ready to go out. Oops.
By the time I finished, I had to call up my friend and invite him over to finish the leftovers and drink wine in my PJ’s. I guess it turned out for the better in the end. And the dinner turned out tasty, especially with a glass of refreshing Riesling.