Memoir writing is tough. Every chapter is its own unique emotional wringer. Jennifer and I have a (rather unique) way of combating this, and though the silly hats definitely take the edge off, the cooking and having fun in the kitchen makes the day a wonderful adventure, full of laughs, (mostly) wonderful flavors, and sometimes a not-so-delicious aroma.
Yes, as promised, this is the Tale of the Stinky Noodles. Cue the Alfred Hitchcock music.
You all know about my latest stint on the Atkins. (If not, check out Jennifer’s post about it here!) Jennifer and I searched high and low for interesting things to cook that were acceptable for that crazy diet. I stumbled across the noodles on the internet. The miracle diet food.
We found the noodles at the Heritage, (the local health food store), for two dollars a bag. Each bag was one serving.
I thought we could stir fry some broccoli and celery, add some garlic, salt and pepper, and we would have ourselves some delicious lunch.
What caught me off guard was the smell. These noodles smelled like fish. Fishy fish. When we cut open the bags for the first time… we were skeptical to say the least.
“It’s okay, Jennifer,” I said, despite my misgivings. “I read on the internet you just have to rinse them a few times.”
Actually, I had read that you have to rinse them thoroughly, until the “natural odor” had “dissipated.” Little did I know how potent that natural odor would be.
So we went about the task of rinsing. And rinsing. And rinsing some more. At long last, the noodles were purged of their stench.
The dish was really tasty! And well worth the trouble. I highly recommend them, though you might want to arm yourself with one of these…
Here are some pics of Jennifer and I on this very special adventure: