Yep, I'm still alive. Two months in hell, and I may be seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, unless I have floaters in my eyeballs. I have a couple of diagnostic procedures *cough cough endoscopies cough* scheduled for the end of the week, and I am so anxious/nervous/freaked out that I'm not sleeping at all. I want this to be IT. NO MAS! I begged each one of my friends and acquaintances to visit, with the promise of food, if only they'd be my medical transport for a day. I was down to the wire, and the only person who accepted said I'd have to buy them a plane ticket. Shit.
I did what no adult wants to do: ask their parents. My Dad accepted, because for whatever reason, he has been itching to take me to my uncomfortable stuff for some time. It must be the sadist in him. My brother has Ulcerative Colitis, and Dad was the friendly colonoscopy taxi for him as well. His help comes with a price. He wants me to feed him, and feed him I will. I made three loaves of cinnamon swirl raisin bread already. Chili, tater tot casserole, and breakfast casserole will be prepped today. Did I mention he loves soy curls? My biggest dietary opponent claims he could eat them dry, straight from the bag. Uh, okay Dad. I don't know if he realizes I'm only fatting his ass in an attempt to make sure his mouth is full so he can't talk. Must have silence.
P.S. I've been meaning to post that bread recipe for ages, but still haven't gotten around to it. One day! I promise.
There isn't much to say. It's instant miso soup. It's salty as fuck, tastes of ocean, and somehow is still completely delicious. I have tried a couple of brands, and I think I like this one best. Some of them can be a little...grainy? Not this one.
Notice the date. Does miso ever really go bad?
I threw in a handful of soy curls because it's what I do with everything.