more instant=more bad, more death

Ugh. I have got to stop buying instant crap-food....it always seems like a good idea at the store...but could have very consequential results for my body.

Kim and I were at T&T the other day and we came upon the instant noodle aisle...we were so hungry & everything looked so tasty. I managed to pick up a package of "instant Japanese-style Yakisoba" and some instant rice (which I now refer to as instant death rice)

Usually when I have instant yakisoba, I get Sapporo Ichiban--you still have to cook the noodles on the stove....this one at T&T was supa-instant...just add boiling water. I decided to try it the other morning...it was all good until I actually took a taste of the stuff....yucky-soba...not yakisoba. Tasted like Chinese death noodles....did not in the least bit taste like anything remotely Japanese....the flavor reminded me of a horrible night a good number of years ago in which I vowed never to eat Chinese food again on account of the MSG content...so much pain, so much hurling. The vivid memory inspired me to check the package ingredients....gaar...MSG! mine old arch enemy...needless to say I had to throw the Chinese death noodles away.

As for the instant death rice: I decided to try it out yesterday...once again "just add boiling water"....I never even got that far. Upon opening the package I already found it a million times less appealing than it had been at T&T--and once I opened the flavor packet/unidentifyable morsels of foul-smelling crap, I knew that it just wasn't edible & I for one, am not willing to die for the sake of a convenient lunch.

No more instant death for me.

Mindless crap.

Apparently Barbie loves SpongeBob Squarepants.

SpongeBob Barbie

Oh yeah, meet Shampoochie. Shampoochie tells me dancin' is doggone fun. Die, you insane purple piece of crap.

Eeep!

Self-sacrifice for the well-being of others.

Paul claims he is feeling gloomy today (which may or may not be a ploy to get me to do something stupid). He tells me that tonight would be the first night in awhile where he would actually have to go straight home after work...to do laundry. He suggested that I might go & do his laundry after work so that he could go out...I asked, "and this would benefit me how?"....he rather pitifully offered me his respect. I began to laugh uncontrollably--for some odd reason this did not seem to cheer him up any. Since I am not the demon girl that some people seem to think I am, I told him I was pondering a shot of espresso...this was bound to cheer him up...sure enough it did. Sacrifice my own health and sanity I did, and now I sit in my office shaking/jittering wondering if I really hear music playing somewhere....

C'est Fassil et tellement bon

Mmmmmmmmmmm.

Kim, Paul, Peggy and I went out for Ethiopian food on Thursday. We took waaaay too long of a lunch break but it was definitely worth the trip....drooling just thinking about it. I love Injera.

The quest for Ethiopian Spice Tea continues....based on the info I got from Hanna & the info Kim managed to get from the owners of Fassil, we know about as much as (definitely no more than) we did before....cloves & a stick of cinnamon are definitely involved in the process. Both Kim and I suspect that the recipe is quite similar to Chai--perhaps just different quantities of spices.

I'm still not sure which is better Fassil or the Addis cafe....definitely warrants further investigation. mmmmmmmmm.....