Cup Yakisoba and My Fleeting Worldly Desires.
For me, cup yakisoba is the very embodiment of worldly desires.
Eating cup yakisoba is equivalent to foolishly tearing up one of the limited meal tickets in life, just because I want to fill my stomach quickly and cheaply.
It is a flavor that could never be called deep, yet it is junk food that is strangely addictive.
However, those things access my subconscious and, before I know it, are lurking in my cupboard at home.
Even though I chatter on about how I'm "sick of it" or "had enough," I find myself dumbfounded by my own shallowness and lack of resolve when I see "Peyoung" listed on a corner of my receipt.
But for a lazy person like me, they cannot be underestimated, as they also serve as a final line of defense.
I open the fridge, empty.
I open the vegetable drawer, only shiso leaves.
I open the freezer, frozen Obanyaki.
And so, I open the cupboard with a glimmer of hope, and there it sits, as if it were nothing at all.
Savior-like in its appearance, I often get confused and wonder if what I opened was actually a household shrine.
Every time I tear open the Peyoung packaging with the reverence of someone handling offerings to gods or Buddhas, only to consume it myself, I am plagued by a feeling of great awe.
Despite being so pious about "meal tickets" when it comes to eating, I am such a realist when it comes to taking the "profit" when the time comes.
Perhaps I am no longer qualified to talk about "food."
I probably need to be given a good scolding by someone like Yuzan Kaibara or Rosanjin.
But the Peyoung packaging is already in a miserable state, looking like it was mugged.
Whether I regret it or repent, time has already begun to move.
Deciding that there is no turning back, I resolve to boil the water.
...
I used to use a T-fal kettle.
However, I got rid of it during my decluttering, so I will quietly boil water in a pot.
If that thing were nearby, my Peyoung life would only accelerate, so I dared to let it go, but...
Why is it that Peyoung is still stocked on my shelf?
There must be some invisible, powerful force or conspiracy at work.
If I were to uncover this, my articles would surely stop being updated from the next day.
...
While I slowly boil the water on the induction stove, I quickly proceed with the setup.
First, I open the lid to the designated position.
Once I have secured enough space, I take out the packets of dried ingredients.
I open only the dried ingredients on top of the noodles.
It is a little trick, but it seems that if you slide the ingredients under the noodles, they will soak up enough hot water and turn out just right.
I think I saw it on I-ke no Shokutaku or something. It is such an old memory that it is vague as a source of information.
However, why is it called "kayaku"?
What is the reason for writing it in hiragana?
"Gunpowder" (also read as kayaku) makes me think of it exploding the moment I pour hot water on it.
"Added medicine" (also read as kayaku) sounds like I would be banned for doping. That would be a matter of life and death for athletes.
"Chemical medicine" (also read as kayaku) feels too much like chemical seasonings, which I don't like. I am already soaked in chemical seasonings, so it is a bit late for that, but having it highlighted is another story.
Thinking about it, "kayaku" might actually be the most appropriate.
...or rather, wouldn't “Gu” (ingredients) be fine?
“Gu” no good? Huh, isn't
“Gu” easy to understand? Isn't it like the pinnacle of universal design?
I might even get a foreigner to say,
“Oh! I put the Gu here. I learned Gu from Peyoung.”
Following Harakiri, Geisha, Karaoke, and Karoshi, perhaps it's a kind of romance for “Gu” to take a step toward globalization.
“Gu” I think it's good, though. ...With that said, the water has boiled, so I carefully aim toward the opened mouth. I pour the hot water over the “Gu” with a splashy Milla Jovovich. By the way, since I'm a control G, the sink gets covered in spilled hot water. I have never once in my life managed to pour it all out perfectly. Even in my kettle days, the top of the lid would get all wet. My aim is catastrophic.
In the world of Resident Evil, I seem like someone with no chance of survival, so I ponder what I can do in three minutes.
However, usually at this timing, my cat comes trotting into the kitchen from the back of the room, saying, “What are you doing, Master?”
Pet pet pet pet pet pet pet pet.
Three minutes pass. I wash my hands.
Now, this is the climax. I cut the lid along the dotted line for the drain.
And so, while listening to the pleasant sound of the sink denting in and out, I drain everything completely.
By this time, the mask I wore, pretending to care about the limited “meals” in life or the depth of “flavor,” has long since crumbled away.
I'm just like Pavlov's dog. The moment I drain the water, my brain has already finished imagining opening the sauce packet, pouring in the spices, mixing it thoroughly with chopsticks, and then, without worrying about how I look, carrying it to my mouth and savoring that junk-food longing.
I've already recalled up to that very moment.
There is no pride left. No frills. Just a pathetic human being, trapped by the desire for food, standing alone in the kitchen.
～End～
～Food～
⇩I wrote this inspired by the articles of the three of you!⇩
It's such a wonderful topic... I love it so much. Thank you...! Bon appétit...! I could eat cup yakisoba every day (in writing) from now on...🤤
This really shows your “habits” just as they are...! Since the theme is fixed, the only way to differentiate is through the “cooking method.”
That's exactly why writing that I've never seen before is born! One ambitious work after another~~
Perhaps this is a project that could unearth the Remi Hirano of the writing world (lol).
I'm already excited to see what kind of writing styles will pop up!
Please, everyone, do give it a try~!!
🐈If you like what you see, please feel free to take a look at the sitemap as well🐈
📒How about some other strange writings?📒
🎉Kindle book * essay collection, now published!🎉
Authored by Teneko Nekokure, "I Have Written a Life Full of Shame"
Nekokure is aiming to become a "text-living creature" and posts on note every day.📒
※A creature that lives inside text (the text version of an aquatic creature)🐈
Your likes and follows are the nourishment that helps this creature grow🍚
Thank you for reading this far✨
#DailyNote
#66DayWritingChallenge Currently participating💨 30/66day
