Anti-Social Eating

Most people find it strange that my ability to eat is inversely proportional to the number of people in my immediate vicinity. I mean, it just sounds like a sad excuse for having a small stomach. Or quite possibly a psychological coping mechanism for the lack of genuine relationships in one's life... Yeah, I prefer the first explanation better.

Cravings

Picture this: It's 3:00am and you're still sleeping. Suddenly, you wake up with an unusual need for Korean fried chicken. You spend the rest of the morning thinking about this sudden food craving and not sleeping. It's 8:00am now, and you are both tired and not in the mood for Korean fried chicken.

Now imagine how differently things would have gone if you managed to find a Korean fried chicken restaurant at 3:00am...

Bad Company

Inspired by true events, where my friend and I both ate at a local fried chicken vendor in two separate instances and had wildly different experiences when it came to assessing the food. Then again, having low standards for food edibility deems a lot of things as good.

But here's a pro-tip for you fried chicken connoisseurs: The chicken is better if you have it prepared within the first hour or so when the vendor opens. It might seem obvious, but I think a lot of people underestimate the effect of a fresh batch of oil on the taste of fried chicken.

Hair in food

Based on a random question that had occurred to me once upon a day: "What happens when people complain about finding hair in their food, but the twist is that the food is SUPPOSED to have hair in it?". Then again, I don't know anyone (yet) who enjoys the idea of coughing up hairballs after every few meals.

The Hunger Game

Based on all those times when I don't feel like eating for hours on end, only to begin starving just minutes later. When you get to my age, you find out one way or another that it's usually due to bad gas. Lousy stomach, can't tell the difference between being full of food and being full of gas.

How to enjoy spicy food

Likely inspired from that unusually spicy green curry I had for dinner many moons ago. But through that long and agonizing ordeal, I realised that spicy food will always have a special place in my life. That is, the garbage bin.

Recipe for Disaster

You could say that I only follow online recipes that have a strict meat-carbohydrates combination to them. Or it could be that those are the recipes that keep being recommended to me by my friends, family and the Internet. In any case, I'd probably create an equally dastardly food product even if I didn't follow the recipe, so at least people eating my food can be reassured that I do know what I'm cooking about 60% of the time.