This Week’s Eats

I’ve moved into much dimmer surroundings. Now, if you thought my cellphone pictures sucked then, they suck a lot more now. It’s the lightning (or lack thereof). I’ve opened curtains, I’ve half-closed curtains, I’ve moved my tiny desk lamp…everywhere. In short: My photography is not going to improve any time soon.

Just as well. I haven’t cooked anything interesting. What does one do when all she has is a tiny knife and two plates and a random collection of ramekins. Also, a collection of random frozen goods that must be finished before I leave at the end of the month.

I made chocolate tart with a strangely savoury crust. Coles, we need to talk labelling. Your shortcrust pastry is not suitable for sweet desserts. Also, my housemates need to consider making their own crusts. We have four packs of pastries. FOUR!

I shall dress my ramen up one day and show you how swank a pack of ramen can be. I love wakame swirling in the broth and I love soft-boiled eggs with noodles.

This was my attempt at more legit ramen. I’ll admit. Nothing I’ve made from a pack beats the richness of this broth. And that chashu pork unglamorously floating in the broth is soft and tender and everything you could dream of in a piece of pork belly.

I’m waiting for the day my stockpot has a home. But maybe I’m too young to hope for a place I can put down roots. To remind me of this, I have things to sell because I cannot carry them with me and things I’m bringing home to my parents because they deserve a permanent cabinet somewhere.

I eat cereal and I eat ramen because I daren’t build up my stockpile of ingredients. I’ve once written on my pantry. I was sillier, then. That place could only be my home for a year. And, now, I’m gearing up to be a nomad. How strange.