Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Bachelor(esque) Dinners

In many respects I am incredibly mature, independent and good at taking care of myself. I eat a proper breakfast everyday, pay my bills on time, do my dishes in a timely manner and am never ever late to work. My closest friends like confiding in me because they know that no matter the issue, I will never, ever judge them for it.

I am however, absolutely terrible at making sure I get a proper dinner. Case in point: this evening for dinner I ate 3 packets of kim (dried seaweed), several chunks of cheese, peanut butter eaten directly from the far and some dry cereal. Why? I have money to go out and treat myself to a dinner out, even an expensive one. Likewise, the grocery store is fairly convenient and I do in fact have some dumplings in the freezer and eggs in the fridge, not to mention the fact that I could have had milk with that cereal. I just... couldn't be bothered. Sure it would have been nice but I was Reading and it didn't seem terribly important. In college, my parents wouldn't let me off of the full meal plan because they know that during research I'm even more terrible about remembering to feed myself. Ironically, I get incredibly cranky and downright bitchy when I'm hungry, it's worse than before I've had my first cup of coffee. At least then I'm mainly grunting at you instead of stringing together biting remarks.

In Anyang there was nearly always someone calling or texting me to meet up for dinner. Salsa boy and I ate together nearly every night. I have friends in Yangsan but not that many I'm particularly close to yet. It's an effort to put myself out there and call people I hardly know. I can already hear my mother telling me to make the effort or at the very least, stock my fridge better. I have never missed my local 5 aisle grocery store more than when I step in the door of the local monstrosities. It's too overwhelming, too many choices. I got overwhelmed at Stop and Shop in the States, imagine a place where the sales people all try to help you in a language you don't really speak and everyone is craning to see what you have in your cart while narrowly avoiding being plowed down by busy families and their over-sized shopping cart. I love adventures. I seem to be able to brave everything from live octopus to teaching to traveling alone but somehow, I get defeated by a grocery store. Excuses, excuses. To be honest, it's kind of funny that someone who misses her mother's 5 star cuisine is perfectly willing to eat peanut butter out of the jar for dinner. At least I used a spoon this time.

7 comments:

SETH said...

The local store had only 4 isles
your dad

Nancy K said...

Thanks for the complement. You certainly don't want to go out to dinner when you are home!

Alex said...

Dad, I couldn't remember if it was 4 or 5.

Mom, OF COURSE I DON'T WANT TO GO OUT WHEN I'M HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!! Your cooking rocks.

Salsa boy said...

mmmmm... dried Kim... it had better have been salted... God help you if it wasn't salted!!!! You shoul buy foods that you can just eat without the effort, like fruits or beer... remember my fridge? Either that, or find one ajuma that you get along with and have her be your temporary mo
Thats what I did...

Alex said...

SalsaBoy, it was salted AND coated in olive oil. So fricken tasty, better than chips. You are right, I need more low effort food in the house...

snowmon said...

I remember when I went away from home for college, it's only then I realized my mom's cooking was the best in the World!

Alex said...

Oh no, I've always realized that my mom's cooking is utterly superb. I used to hate to order dessert in restaurants because unless we were someplace ridiculously fancy it was no where near as good as my mother's.