THE SHIT I EAT WHEN I’M BY MYSELF – GRILLED CURRY CHEESE, iPHONE ONLY

[ezcol_1third] NOT KNOWING IF (THE SWEAT) WAS DUE TO THE HEAT OF THE KITCHEN, OR HOT-FLASHES AS EARLY SIGNS OF MENOPAUSE [/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_2third_end] OK, so it's been awhile since I last did The Shit I Eat When I'm By Myself Series, and I thought today - the day I turn 35, the day when the oestrogen has officially left the party, the day when avocado becomes a face-cream instead of food - is a good time to rekindle (it's called letting it go).  And also, because I got this lovely birthday present from you-know-who, I thought I will follow Tiffany and do a post entirely shot/edited by iPhone 6 only!  Initially, I thought it would be the most liberating thing ever, not having to carry a heavy and bulky camera while dripping sweat, not knowing whether it's due to the heat from the kitchen or hot-flashes as early signs of menopause

Kimchi Meatloaf Melt

Because of this, Jason and I had almost nothing but a bottle of soy sauce to sip on Chinese new year's eve.  Because of my fixation on having something called a "meatloaf melt" in my archive, I was giddying and bustling in the kitchen the night before NOT on a Chinese feast but an American staple with a Korean twist.  Because nowadays I am more a traffic-seeker than a considerate home-cook, we desperately loitered on the deserted Beijing streets only few hours before new year's eve dinner, earmuffs and Uggs equipped and all, bracing an empty pot from home meant as a carrier for hot-pot soup which turned out was irresponsibly gone on holiday as well.  Like I said, almost nothing to eat. This unhealthy obsession was seeded the moment I noticed a boom of kimchi grilled cheese recipes sprouting everywhere on TV, magazines, restaurant menus and all across my peripheral vision.  As weird as the union between the spicy and garlicy Korean pickle and a slab of cheese may sound to some, it really isn't

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