organic brown rice ramen??
what even is that?
.....about 600% more expensive than plain ol' dirty budget ramen, apparently.
it's not prohibitively expensive, unless you're for realsies on a top ramen budget,
but it's crazy inflated versus almost every other pasta out there.
if it's superfancy and unnecessary, then papa carocci simply has to have it.
rules is rules.
oh, btw, that's me,
(also, it's the cucch, too, alphabetically)
it's complicated, but trust me, that's a thing.
i found some fancy ramen.
what do we do when we gotta do what we gotta do?
we doo-doo that freaky sh!t, each and every time.
shoutouts to another 'nother elite NOODOO BOWL!!!
part pho, part thai, part sweet, part sour, part spicy boomfire.
that's a lot of parts,
but then again- too much is the right amount,
and sometimes, that's what we need.
it's got a lot of flavors and textures.
it's a sophisticated kind of spice.
the broth has more than it's fair share of hot and sour and sweet,
and the veggies are complex for all their simplicity;
there's fresh ones, and sauteed ones, crunchy jauns, softies;
plus, those crispy AND hot boys, too.
half an onion, diced;
2 huge cloves of garlic, sliced;
veg oil, to saute them.
sizzle those for a few, to soften them,
1/2 cup thin red bell pepper strips, half length;
1 tsp red chili, minced;
1 tsp minced jalapeno;
when the garlic is just starting to color, pour in:
1 T chili-garlic paste;
1 T tamari;
3 T rice wine vinegar;
3 T mae ploye SAUCE;
1 T agave;
1/4 tsp cayenne;
1/2 tsp ginger;
1/2 tsp ground mustard;
2 cups hot water;
2 T lime juice.
let all that bubble for ten minutes,
and add chopped cilantro and a cup of baby spinach for the victory!!
how good is it?
so good you'll slap your mama in the mouth!!
those big broccoli guapoli florets got seared in a dab of unrefined coconut oil,
then braised, along with a bunch of baby bok choy, in a soy/water 1:1 ratio dash.
a lid, some minutes, and a hot pan were all that was needed to make something magical.
and the mushrooms?
quartered fattie boombattie big baby bellas, brown on two out of three sides,
before swimming in that broth like little myconic otters...
it was all decoration-
baby spinach, pea shoots, red radishes, yellow carrots, fresh basil,
snap peas, jalapeno slices, cilantro and scallion sprankles...
plus a lime garnish to activate any latent hottness that might've still been asleep.
to that, i say:
wake the eff up and get ON this tasty jaun, neighbors.
i LOVE NOODS, dudes.
i'm totally like that.
so, when i'm not crushing noodles with my face,
and when i'm drawing, crabtree is whining.
or generally destroying something of valuable,
along with my patience and my self-control.
i don't know what it is about the little A*-hole,
but he HATES when i have a pencil in my hand.
that's weird, right?
if i'm cooking, he's cool as a cucumber.
if i'm entertaining someone (rarely) he goes to sleep.
but, if i get out a paper and a pencil?
it's making my latest adventure into kind of an ordeal,
why wouldn't it be?
if it was easy all the time, there'd be no accomplishments to it.
i'll get it all done,
and he'll get on my nerves,
and we'll go for a walk, and we'll get it all out of our system,
and then we'll get the job done...
it's got to happen,
and it all really is;
never quiet, never soft