Ode to Mi Goreng

I was chatting with my mom an hour or so ago when she told me that my brothers were asking me to send them a couple of packs of Mi Goreng. They decimated a scandalous amount of those noodles when they were here last year.

All it took was for my mom to mention those two words and my stomach suddenly went mad ass wild. Stomach instantaneously sent feed-me-Mi-Goreng-now signals to the brain and I had to ask if we could just chat some other time because my hunger pangs have already rendered me weak. The thought of a bowl of hot Mi Goreng completely consumed me.

So yeah, I nearly finished four packs in record time (and I am the world's slowest eater, okay). I'm sure I could've easily finished the two remaining forkfuls, but I just had to restrain myself. My stomach cannot go on being a repository of KFC and instant noodles. A while back I was having Mi Goreng everyday, both lunch and dinner. Last week I even had it for breakfast. Yes, I badly need to check myself into noodle rehab.

Mad props to the brilliant Indonesian who invented Mi Goreng. I will build you a shrine someday.

My next tour destination will likely be Indonesia. A good friend from Java keeps bugging me to visit him, bribing me with all the Mi Goreng I can eat. How can I resist?

Comfort food part deux

A Mars a day helps you work, rest and play



It's the way it shatters that matters

There's always a fabulous party in my mouth every time I have these candy bars. Yes, it is possible to eat your stress away.

Here's a good chocolate blog that I stumbled upon. Did you know that there are actually bacon chocolate bars? That is absofuckinglutely the greatest thing since sliced bread. Reminds me of those deleted scenes in Super Size Me where they featured deep-fried Twinkies and Three Musketeers bars which were coated in an uber rich batter.

Postscript: My friend Charlie alerted me to other funky chocolate flavours. Flambéd cognac? Chili chocolate? Infused tobacco?! Well, reviews say they're divine.

Comfort food

I'm on my fourth bag this week. Bought two bags last weekend (it was on special, just $1.50) while my flatmate and my other friend gifted me with a bag each yesterday. They know how much I heart Cheese Supreme Doritos (I can wolf down a bag in a matter of minutes). Hell, I even have Doritos for breakfast sometimes.

I know that I have got to stop eating Doritos, but once you've been turned into a Doritos shlut, there's just no turning back [the accompanying theme song of this post is Chicago's equally cheesy (pun totally intended) Hard Habit to Break].

Incidentally, Doritos is a genetically-modified snack. I'm actually growing gills as we speak.