Evil Dinner

I just had the worst dinner in my life. I had been wanting to make myself a meal for sometime now since Julien had left for Paris. So I decided to do so today. There was this packet of herbal satchets for making pork rib broth (very popular asian dish) that didn't sit well with Julien's acute sense of smell, so I thought I should take advantage of his absense at the moment and make myself a bowl! The menu I had in mind was steamed egg, rice and pork rib broth. That sounded really good (in my mind).

First mistake I made was to tear open that satchet. I had realised after that the ingredients in the satchet were not solvable in liquid and were meant to just flavour the pot of water that it was put into. Kind of like a tea bag. But the asian in me decided it wasn't a good idea to waste so i popped it in the pot of water anyway with that tiny opening thinking it wouldn't do that much harm.

The second mistake I did was to put the satchet in that pot for way too long. Like tea, the longer it stays in the pot, the stronger it flavours the water.. I had left it in there for about an hour, and the flavour of the herbs were overwhelmingly... bitter. So I had to correct it by dumping in spoonful after spoonful of salt to balance the taste out.

Next mistake I did was to choose to steam an egg than to fry the egg. I would've been eating it within 5 mins. But because I chose to steam it, I ran into this trouble of trying to find a bowl structured to fit the steamer (which we obviously do not have). I ended up trying to put that bowl over the pot of boiling broth which did start cooking the egg a little, only a tad too slow. After what seemed like 30mins, the egg was still retained it's liquid texture. I was starting to get frustrated and hungry. So I decided to change bowls or try to find a smaller one to fit the steamer.. that was when I tipped the bowl by accident, and lost my egg custard... half cooked at the bottom of the bowl. In the end, I made some sausages and had them with overly bitter broth and rice.

The good news was: I managed to feed myself still.

I miss my yeti....