I am the proud owner of a very, very well stocked freezer. That’s probably not the coolest (pun totally intended to add to said coolness) or most glamorous thing to admit but such is real life. And in my life, a well stocked freezer is one key to eternal home happiness. Ridicule me all you like but you know who will be having the last laugh? Me, with my belly-warming bowl of homemade dumplings and broth, ready in just ten minutes. Me, diving into my oxtail stash for a Sunday stew, saving myself the trolley battles in the Sunday supermarket swarms. Or me, wading through my ice cream options for dessert just because I can.
Every freezer should have at least one type of ice cream, but in a well stocked freezer like mine, one is never enough. Oh no, that would be a disgrace! Our current situation involves two staples – a tub of top notch vanilla (because it goes with everything, duh) and a selection of mini Magnums (because I can be sensible in my indulgence), and a new entry… a delectable array of ice creams and sorbets from Simply Ice Cream! When I say there’s something sweet for everyone in that bottom freezer drawer, I really mean it.
For some people it could be a huge plate of cheesy pasta, for a certain someone it’s most likely to be a hearty beef stew, but for me it’s definitely a bowl of piping hot noodles. That, ladies and gentlemen, is my ultimate comfort food. I’m not fussy about which ones, I’ll happily wolf down thick egg noodles in a mee goreng or slurp up slippery rice noodles in a broth, it’s all the same goodness to me. Noodles are what I crave when I’m feeling a little meh or when my tummy just needs a warm food hug. You know that feeling don’t you?
The grey London skies and chilly temperatures of the last couple of months have definitely increased the meh days, and on a particularly miserable Saturday evening we found ourselves in dire need of noodle nourishment. Too lazy to throw something together but equally too lazy to venture anywhere further than a fifteen minute tube ride, we settled on a quick trip to Brixton… there’s that Thai place in Brixton Market our friends love and we’ve been meaning to try Mama Lan for a while, or we could also head over to Pop Brixton for a nosey, and if all that came to nothing, there was always Nanban to fall back on.
Those silly relationship self help books will say it’s unhealthy to be jealous of your partner but I can’t help it, certain things make me very jealous of a certain someone. We all have our crosses to bear so this might as well be mine. I’m jealous of his commute to work, from the bedroom to the home-office in under a minute, and that includes the getting dressed time. It irks me that since taking up the role as Connie Consumes’ Official Dining Companion he’s suffered none of the perils that come with the territory, in fact, he claims to have lost weight while I have definitely suffered the opposite fate. Jealous. Don’t get me started on those eyelashes.
And last but certainly not least, I’m completely, utterly, painstakingly jealous of the fact he’s already been to my dream food-travel destination: Japan. Everything about the cuisine and traditions of Japan entice me and… a certain someone has already been there… without me. The green eyed monster rages. Except he hasn’t really experienced Japan, not in the way I hope we will soon. You see, a certain someone went years ago for the football World Cup, so I don’t think the sights were high on his priority list and the food definitely wasn’t. Japan didn’t make him fall in love with Japanese food, I did.