I've wrote quite a few posts in recent days about how despite not having much else in order, my diet seems to be...fine...actually. Quite well, if I may say so myself. I have a healthy diet of fruits, cheese, vegetables of some sort or another, fermented foods, nuts, chocolates, carbs in the form of bread, rice, oats or potato, and a bunch of random stuff here and there.
But this is not about that.
It's the other side of the equation: how folks seem to enjoy whatever I make no matter how bad it turns out to be. For example the Shin Ramyum I make folks. It started last year when a group of underfed youngsters showed up and I made noodles for nine. Then that kind of followed and people just wanted me to make them ramen. And I did. Out of the packet. With some spices of my own. And every time it's a new recipe because there's no recipe so I don't keep anything consistent. Whatever's on my pantry goes. If I have garlic, in it goes. Same for tahini, and cheese, and tomatoes, and green onion, regular onion, and what have you. And people love it. Every goddamn time. It's not just that they're thankful for being fed, but they're actively appreciative, and ask for recipe. There's no recipe people! I just dump whatever shit I have lying around into the 'stew'. And you don't ever get the same flavor repeated because again I have no clue what I'm doing, you gotta learn this shit yourself peeps. As if there's anything to 'learn'.
I gotta experiment with more cooked stuff, sandwiches and fried rice and as such when people are over.
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