Postponed Feast

My plan was to wake up good and early and be ready to rock to go get groceries before things got busy. But plans often fail. The fool next door was watching his very bass heavy garbage again and I got to wake up good and early, much too soon. I eventually got back to sleep and then proceeded to languish in bed for hours. I did doze off a few times but mostly I was listening to podcasts and hoping to fall asleep. It was brutal. I got up at ten and started my day. It was almost half eleven by the time I’d gotten myself ready enough to take on the task of getting groceries. This was a tight $120 outing. Remember back when I was dropping $400 a shot. Times have certainly changed. I was frustrated when I left the store. I ranted a bit to the boys and they implied that I’d spill that over into here. I told them I wouldn’t. I was right!

The rest of the day was mostly wasted with lots of MSF, some MSC challenges, some YouTube and very light cleaning around the house. Being up early and my outing did very little to motivate me to get after it. I was supposed to generate a list of Christmas gift ideas but didn’t quite get to that. It was on my mind but no ideas got shared. I watched some pretty long form YouTube videos, some were two hours long from this channel I subscribe to called Lost Lakes. A dude that canoes around Northern Ontario in forgotten lakes and rivers while fishing. He has little to no issue catching fish in those spots. The last of those wrapped up and I was listening to my audiobook when my phone went off, it was time for the Feast Feast. Tonights edition was Beef Bibimbap from the One and Done cookbook. It was unlike anything I’d taken on before. I’d never even heard of riced carrots, what madness was this. It called for the dreaded gochujang sauce that I didn’t have and couldn’t find previously. Mother was supposed to give me a bit from her supply that STL Sister had smuggled into Canada but both of us forgot to make sure that happened. I used an alternative. There was some debate over the sprouts also, apparently some places refuse to sell them fresh due to the bacterial risk. We toiled away at various speeds but eventually all got the dish prepared in various forms.

No food processor, no problem. Found this brand new in the box replacement for the one the Meat Man destroyed in our apartment ten years ago in my cupboard and opted to use it rather than chop my heart out. It worked amazingly to rice my carrots.

This the version that my Sudbury Sister prepared. It was the most visually similar to the book. She nailed the egg.

My version had most of the elements but I couldn’t find any fresh sprouts on short notice. I also flubbed my egg.

The version my parents made. They were the only ones with the full compliment of ingredients but Big T chickened out on the egg and flipped it. (pun intended)

The version my STL Sister and BIL created lacked an egg and mushrooms due to some local dislike. They had the sprouts though.

After crushing only one bowl of this interesting culinary concoction I moved on the next phase of the evening. I had the Leaf game on and counted down the minutes until the sporadically scheduled group chat with boys. Meat Man, GRP, Booj, and Cheese joined me and we had a good chat. It felt pretty chill from my side, I was essentially laying down on the loveseat slugging copious amounts of water. I chose not to imbibe booze to allow my body, which is a temple, full power and focus to crush this fledgling cold. The boys had other ideas and were having what I thought were a few casuals and watching the game. I didn’t really notice when they got louder and rammier later in the game. Come to find out that two of them threw up later. Hi yo! The call wound down some time after eleven and I didn’t fall asleep until moment after high noon. Not what I envisioned for my evening but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.