I mean, what’s so great about mashed potatoes and roast beef? Salt is the best part of roast beef.
Guess what I want
But actually it’s a problem. When I was on sabbatical I spent months learning how to cook a variety of noodle dishes so that a) I could start saving some money cause it was getting out of hand and b) because, if for some reason a couple restaurants were to go out of business my happiness would be in serious jeopardy (so I figured I should take control of my life and get it sorted).
My pad Thai is alright, my ramen is fine, My yakisoba is getting there, rice balls, all that is great. I’ve also managed to make a sort of hybrid spicy peanut garlic thing that works pretty great most of the time, although it resembles none of the dishes it was inspired by. The lack of Asian grocery stores in this city means I was only able to get chilli oil in the last week on a trip in to Vancouver (and it’s changed everything!) but there is one dish that eludes my abilities: DAN DAN NOODLES!
Every time I feel like I find a recipe I can do, it doesn’t taste like Dan Dan. It tastes like glorified itchiban. Every time I find a recipe that looks like it will taste right, it requires so much stuff I can’t purchase locally (or don’t know where to purchase locally) that I get frustrated and it sends me into the spiral of obsessing about noodles. It’s an actual problem. Maybe not in the grand scope of existence, but it certainly is annoying. I mean, okay. It’s not a problem, but it is an obsession!
This year the Halloween candy hall had a definite lack of the packaged gummy candy variety, so I went and bought a bag of sour patch kids and a pack of wine gums (assuming the kids wouldn’t like wine gums). Turns out, in my daughters words, “we pretty much like anything that looks like candy.” Makes sense.
It was never going to change the world.
They say write what you know- and I know that it’s usually a bad idea to sit down and draw a comic in the middle of breakfast. So then, the question is: why do I consistently sit down to draw a comic in the middle of breakfast?
yesterday’s comic (about soap) and today’s comic (about breakfast) both point to the same reality: I’m pretty impatient. And dramatic. I wonder if those two things tend to go together?
When they say “beauty is pain” I’m sure that this is what they’re meaning. I’m an impatient person and there’s nothing more painful then holding a glass bottle upside-down for fifteen seconds to four hours to get a tiny drop of soap. Man!
This comic may be my crowning achievement. Not only did I get to rip off my favourite joke from emperor’s new groove, and make a self-deprecating comic about my comics, I did it in a way that works. Truly, it’s all down-hill from here!