Without fail, every year February is a hard month to get through. It’s the shortest month but somehow feels the longest. I must have been a tortoise or bear in a previous life because all I want to do is hibernate. My entire being slows down and motivation is at an all time low.
It’s understandable, it’s the end of a long winter, it’s downtime after the holidays and it’s still cold and dreary. It’s hard to wake up in the mornings and it’s annoying to still have to wear two pairs of pants! I’m also not a winter sport person. So instead, I catch up on anime, video games, TV shows and root into my couch for far too long. Spring cleaning is around the corner, but until then the vacuum can stay int he closet for one more day.
I have hope though. It’s not dark when I leave work anymore, my cat’s starting to shed his winter coat and the calender tells me it’s almost March.
In the meantime, I’ll get through this by drinking a little more coffee, eating a little more chocolate and exercising a little more for endorphins. Next year though, I’m booking a vacation somewhere warm.
I’ve always had an agenda, starting from the school issued planners to my current colour coded Google Calendar version. I still prefer to plan with a pen and paper but the easy access and sharing of a digital calendar is slowly winning me over. The past week has been overwhelming with trying to fit in Winterlicious, family commitments, laundry, grocery shopping, poutine week and blogging. It really showed this Monday when I forgot about a morning meeting and lunch plans. Oops.
It’s always worrisome to start a week looking forward to the weekend for free time to catch up on life. My coping method has always been to compulsively schedule my day, which usually takes up more time than I can afford but it’s a calming process. Once I have a plan, with buffer built in, I know what’s possible and what I have to cut. Last week, I ended up cancelling a Winterlicious reservation because I knew I was trying to squeeze in too many things.
I still over extend myself and fill my calendar back to back. I’m still learning my limitations and how to say no to family and friends without feeling guilty.
I know I can do everything, but for the sake of sanity and sleep, I should plan for 80%. To do this I try to follow these steps:
- Put everything into the calendar and keep it up to date
- Figure out your priorities for the week
- Make sure there’s white space in the calendar, that’s precious downtime!
- Account for travel/prep time for events
- Don’t worry about the Curse of the Blitz
My priorities this week:
- Finish up Winterlicious blog posts
- Get 8 hours of sleep
- Spend some quality couch time with my kitty watching the Olympics
Couch Potato Cat
Japanese Ramen in Toronto became an emerging trend with the arrival of Kenzo and has continued to thrive with a slew of new restaurants opening the past few years. Today, the downtown core has to offer a plentiful variety of choices when one is craving a hot bowl of noodles.
My love of ramen started with a package of Mr. Noodles when I was in elementary school. I always drank all of the broth (yes, salt, I know!) and of course ate the noodles raw, crushed, and shaken with the seasoning. As my family moved around Canada and eventually settled in Toronto, suddenly I had access to so many more brands and types of instant noodles. Nong Shim, Nissin, kimchi flavour, udon noodles; needless to say I was a happy girl. The cup noodle has a special place in my heart for it’s convenience and ability to brighten my lunch in a compact package but I’ll always love cooking instant noodles and adding my poached egg. During my two trips to Japan, my diet consisted of sashimi and ramen and for once I didn’t get odd looks for drinking all my broth!
xiaoEats at the Cup Noodle Museum in Japan
What I look for in a bowl of ramen are three things:
- The noodles – are they chewy? has a good texture? not doughy and not over done?
- The broth – is it rich? how much fat is there? is it bland? and even for me, is it too salty?
- The toppings – what’s included? is there an egg? how’s the meat cooked? garlic paste? bamboo? seaweed? is there a good portion and balance?
Based on these criteria, here’s my ranking of Toronto Ramen shops (as of Jan. 30th 2014)
- Sansotei – 5.0 $ @ 179 Dundas St W
- Santouka – 4.5 $ @ 91 Dundas St E
- Niwatei Ramen – 4.5 $ @ 3160 Steeles Ave E
- Kinton Ramen – 3.5 $ @ 51 Baldwin St
- Ramen Raijin – 3.5 $ @ 3 Gerrard St E
- Touhenboku Ramen – 3.5 $ @ 261 Queen St W
- Ryoji Ramen – 3.5 $$ @ 690 College St
- Kenzo – 3.5 $ @ 4860 Yonge St
Still to come:
- Momofuku Noodle Bar
- Ryus Noodle Bar
- Ramen Isshin
Last Saturday, I had my 3 wisdom removed. Just three, the fourth decided to not exist. My procedure was a straight forward extraction, no digging required. This still meant eating only “soft foods” for the past 3 days which included a lot of apple sauce, turnip cake and chicken broth.
While I’ve been loving the results on the scale; I am so sick of baby food. It’s a reminder of how important texture is in a dish. I miss the crunch of biting into something or being able to chew an al dente noodle. I don’t know how babies do it. The first bowl of pureed carrots is pretty good, the second one however…was disgusting. It might be awhile before I’m able to eat carrots again.
To survive, I’ve tried to eat different foods everyday for dinner. Last night was a wintermelon soup and the night before was udon noodles (that’s soft right?). At least I’ve had an excuse to have a daily dose of ice cream.
This morning, I managed to drop my antibiotics in the elevator at work. I spent a good ten minutes trying to call back that one elevator out of the eight in our building with no luck. Thankfully someone found them and turned them into an admin. Phew. I am not cut out to be a good patient.
Good thing I should heal just in time for Winterlicious and Poutine Week, because I do plan my life around food.