I can’t believe I forgot to ask you how your Halloween was! I’m super late I know.
How was it?
Did you get a lot of kids at your door?
Let me ask you, what’s your cut off?
Like what’s the cut off where you just wanna be like dude…..you’re too fucking old.
My cut off is somewhere around twelve. Even around ten.
When they start saying little wise ass, cunty things. Like they run shit.
That’s the hardest thing about being an adult around a kid it’s just like dude, I was your fucking age.
I’ve been ten, I’ve been twelve, alright?
Then I’ve been eighteen and I’ve been twenty five; do you think I don’t know what you’re fucking doing?
Do you think you’re playing with my mind mannnn?
Everybody’s gotta have that, you know?
Like that adult…remember when you were a kid and there was that one adult where when your parents weren’t looking, he just looked at you and just told you to shut the fuck up, remember that person?
It probably doesn’t happen these days because everyone’s got a smart phone and everybody’s got a video camera and the kid blogs about it and next thing you know you’re getting arrested for I don’t know what.
I grew up at the end of the 80s and back then that’s the kind of shit you could do.
I remember this one time we were in church and my brother and I were talking and this dude in front of us turned around and he goes,
“Hey!!! Will you shut up!!?!?”
And I remember looking at my mom and she sort of put her eyebrows up like, well yeah… shut the fuck up.
Now it’s emotional abuse, verbal abuse or whatever but really it’s like no, more often than not – your kid needs to shut the fuck up.
So like I was saying, what age is your cut off?
What hour is it?
Because there’s that fucking hour when they just stop being cute and they get fucking annoying and then it just goes over the hill and suddenly all the charm is gone.
They’re coming up to your house and they got that shit eating grin on their face like demanding candy and you really just wanna say, get the fuck out of here.
You can’t even drive.
For the record, I was one of those smartass kids.
But you probably already knew that.
What I Used
¼ cup dried wakame (dried seaweed). 2 tsp dashi granules (get ’em at an asian store). 4 cups water. ½ pound soft tofu (drained & diced). 3 tbsp White Miso. ¼ cup thinly sliced scallions to garnish (optional).
What I Did
The recipe below makes about 4 servings (appetizer sized). Feel free to double up, god knows I did.
Soooo this is the first time since I started this blog that I’m repeating a recipe and part of me is like eeek!!
But then I’m like, it’s been THREE YEARS – of course I’m fucking repeating a recipe.
I only cook what I eat.
I DO not make shit just for the pretty aesthetic.
I don’t believe in cooking for the gram, cooking for the insta….none of that shit.
I photograph what I consume, so I think it’s only fair to photograph the most accurate representation of what I consume at the time that it was created.
¼ cup dried wakame (dried seaweed). 2 tsp dashi granules (found at any asian grocery store). 4 cups water. ½ pound soft tofu (drained & finely chopped). 3 tbsp White Miso. ¼ cup thinly sliced scallions to garnish (optional).
1. Hydrate the seaweed in warm water for about 10 mins, then drain, squeezing any excess water out. Set aside.
2. Meanwhile, fill a pot with 4 cups of water and add the dashi granules. Bring to a boil.
3. When the water boiling, reduce heat to medium and in a separate bowl, add the miso paste and 1 cup of the boiling dashi water.
4. Mash with the back of a spoon or a fork until the miso is thoroughly dissolved.
5. Pour the miso mixture back into the pot and add in the chopped tofu and drained wakame.
6. Give things a good stir then reduce heat to a simmer.
7. Simmer, covered, for about 5 mins then remove from heat.
8. Garnish with scallions and serve.
I totally forgot about the scallions. This is the 2nd fucking time I forgot the goddamn scallions.