It was long past lunch, and I had already returned home, when I realized that what a man really needs in these hard times is more caffeine, and fish balls. Specifically a packet of frozen fish balls to dump in a curry sauce with some potato or an actual vegetable, for dinner at the end of day.
My cooking is hardly romantic nowadays.
Tasty, but utilitarian.
My major source of vegetable fibre is probably chilies.
Fishballs have a textural thing going for them. But white folks markets do not carry such items. Because San Francisco yuppies disdain such, to them, odd yet pedestrian comestibles.
Not the gefilte fish balls in carp broth jelly, which are probably perfect on a bed of Romaine lettuce, with a side of darling baby carrots and arugula, but the real thing. Dense, firm, and unnaturally white.
Serve with curry sauce, or chilipaste.
And rice stick noodles.
It's really like a food made out of sci-fi supermaterial.
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