To the movies, 21st century style

To the movies, 21st century style

So I received a text message from a stranger: 오늘 밤에 영화를 볼까요 우리? (Shall we go for a movie tonight?)

I was almost expecting a chime of excited voices and a whole lot of high five-ing at the mention of the word ‘movie’. “What movie? We wanna go, we wanna go!” followed by the hustle and bustle of getting dressed, the mad dash for the bathroom, and everyone eventually piling into my minivan.

As a mom, my life has revolved endlessly around my three kids. The daily taxi runs, sometimes up to 15 times a day. The meal planning and cooking. The grocery runs. The home-baked birthday cakes. The home haircuts. I insisted on doing everything myself, diehard hands-on mom that I am.

To me, mommy ‘me’ time is for the birds. I never hankered for it and I didn’t need any of it. I was enjoying my kids too much as they were growing up. I was too busy creating memories with them. Hip2bDad had all but given up trying to date me.

But now, here I was reading this unlikely text on my phone and I’m like: 정말요? 데이트? (Really? A date?) It took a whole 22 and a quarter nanoseconds for it to sink in. Well, now that all this ‘me’ time has fallen on my lap, I guess I should start dating Hip2bDad again, so: 👌 하자. (Okay, let’s.)

Trust us to pick a Saturday night. The mall was a jungle and like vultures, we circled, hovered, then circled the parking lot again till we found a spot. Of course, it had to be at the farthest end of the mall from the cinema.

No worries though. We make it a point to be early getting anywhere. Hip2bDad has a very low tolerance for tardiness. The movie wasn’t till an hour and a half later. We still had plenty of time. Oh, look, there’s barely even a line at the ticket counter. We’re in luck!

Or so we thought. One glance at the cinema seating chart sent us reeling back. There were only 4 seats left AND all of them were singles. Oh, great, things sure are looking up for us! Okay, so do we forget the whole thing now and go home? Or do we bite the bullet and go ahead even if we have to sit apart?

To the movies, 21st century style

It wouldn’t make sense to go to a movie together and sit miles apart. It wouldn’t make sense either to go home after that hassle of finding a parking spot. So like any other couple on our first date (in probably 15 years), we decided nothing was going to get in our way..

The ticketing guy stared at us like we’d gone nuts. “Are you sure?” he asked several times with eyeballs the size of footballs. I don’t blame him. I swear he was thinking, what the heck! But ya! I’m a big girl. I can handle watching a movie alone!

Hip2bDad walked me to my seat at A3. Ever the gentleman, he said, “You take this. This seat is wider and more comfortable”. And then I watched him ride off into the sunset. To his seat at L20! Wa-aay down and across the hall. I craned my neck hoping to catch a glimpse of him but the lights went out at that very instant.

Alone in the darkness, there was nothing left to do but text each other. Welcome to 21st century dating!

Clairity/

Be not afraid of greatness

Be not afraid of greatness

For a guy who was hunched over a rickety old desk in a dim, candle-lit room with a quill pen, he sure produced some of the greatest and best loved writing. I’m talking about Shakespeare, of course, who left us with his literary works of art 400 years ago this week. The man is brilliant, what can I say? Strange how I speak of him in the present tense as if he were still alive.

I read two of his plays in my Literature class and I’ve been in love ever since. Of course, it helped that my teacher took such pains to delve into details and often even play-acted the scenes for us. The class was so fun and interesting I didn’t even mind having to memorize all those crazy many quotes.

The opening act of Twelfth Night starts out with some of my favorite lines. Here the lovesick Orsino is asking his musicians to give him an overdose of music to drown his pining for love.

If music be the food of love, play on

Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,

The appetite may sicken, and so die.

My favorite quote from Act  3 Scene 1 of Julius Caesar is where Caesar compares himself to the unwavering nature of the Northern Star, the one thing sailors of old could always count on to bring them home safely.

But I am constant as the Northern Star,

Of whose true fixed and resting quality

There is no fellow in the firmament.

Back in the day, I was constantly quoting Shakespeare. I just couldn’t stop. I know, I probably sent some people of my dates spinning. But for me, the literary freak and hopeless romantic, Shakespeare was huge.

I don’t quote Shakespeare quite as often these days but I treasure my beautifully aged volume of the Complete Works of William ShakespeareComplete Works of William Shakespeare, a birthday surprise from someone who was obviously as spellbound by my Shakespearean quotes as I was with the  great writer himself LOL.

Be not afraid of greatness

I think you look handsome here, just like I always imagined you. 고맙습니다 (thank you) for inspiring the writer in me!

Clairity/

When we can’t get enough

When we can't get enough

As I was saying, I make it a point not to order at a restaurant anything that we can easily cook at home. I consider it a waste, of money mostly, when I can order something fancy that I don’t or can’t cook at home instead.

Of course, there’re those times when we do chance upon something amazingly delicious (by picky eater standards) and we really, really want to stuff ourselves silly.

Like this chicken place, for instance. The first time we eat at any restaurant, we’re always careful not to order a lot. Just in case things don’t measure up to the picky eaters’ expectations. So I ordered just two servings of chicken wings. Each serving came with 8 – wings?

When we can't get enough

Seeing these, we were like, “Man, these have got to be the smallest chicken wings ever!” Immediately they conjured up images of the Christmas turkey Mickey brought home to his family in Mickey’s Christmas CarolMickey's Christmas Carol. That was how big of a turkey he could afford on the piddly pennies Scrooge paid him. A very sad bird indeed.

When we can't get enough

“Can we even call these chicken wings? They’re so tiny they probably came from premmie chicks!” my kids howled. Okay, let’s just call them ‘winglets’ then. So that’s 16 winglets total for the 4 of us which works out to be, er, 4 mouthfuls each. Which even if you’re not a young adult with a ravenous appetite is still pretty pathetic.

Dinner just became a snack.

What’s even crazier is that these chicken wings were crazy delicious!! As in licking-our-fingers-shamelessly-in-public crazy! I hope no one saw me. That’d be really embarrassing for someone who even eats her grapes, nuts, bananas, whatever with chopsticks or fork.

We would’ve ordered more but the menu warned that they’d only start frying on order so be prepared to wait 15 minutes (or something like that, I don’t really remember). We didn’t want to wait. So I called for the check.

Another surprise! I fell off my chair when I saw the damage. 너무 삐씨요! I swear I heard my credit card groan. Still we couldn’t stay away and went back a couple more times. By then, my credit card was really starting to protest, quite loudly. Small or downsized servings + big price gets the boot.

Okay, enough is enough. It’s off to the kitchen to churn out a ton of life-sized chicken wings ourselves. There, this should be enough for a real meal. Not to mention that no one can see us licking our fingers at home.

When we can't get enough

Knowing me, there’s no stopping at just one version. These are two of the many versions that have graced our dinner table since ✌. Wait, what was that? Did I hear my credit card laughing? Ho-ho-ho! Merry Christmas!

When we can't get enough

Clairity/

The things we can cook with our eyes closed

The things we can cook with our eyes closed

Someone just sailed into the office and announced that he and his girlfriend had had sandwiches for lunch. “Can you believe how much I paid for two sandwiches?”, he lamented, shaking his head.

I looked over at him sadly. I could’ve told him right there. You could’ve gotten those sandwiches for free. If you’d watched your mom and learned how easy-peasy it is to slap a sandwich together.

The things we can cook with our eyes closed

Sadly you kids don’t pay attention and now you’re paying through your nose for something you could’ve done in 5 minutes flat and impressed the heck out of your girlfriend. Because she probably thinks it’s rocket science and you needed some fancy recipe to put it together.

But I held it all in. After all, there’s my girl friend, a mother of two young men, who never fails to order some variant of an egg dish whenever we eat at Chinese restaurants. Steamed eggs. Half-boiled eggs. Loaded omelet. You name it.

The things we can cook with our eyes closed

It’s always been a mystery to me. When our kids were little, yes, I could see why. We had to have some child-friendly dishes so we wouldn’t set them on fire with our grown-up spicy food or make little porcupines out of them with those pesky fish bones. But now? I consider it an insult to our college-age egg-frying experts!

Then there’s those other things me or my kids can cook at home, in our pajamas, with our eyes closed. Like those big breakfasts with the even bigger price tags.

The things we can cook with our eyes closed

Which takes, oh, 15 minutes max to assemble. 진짜 (seriously)! And if we were ordering this, we would’ve had to send the eggs back to the kitchen to have them “WELL DONE, not runny, GET THAT??”. And no one wants to start their day barking at people who can’t get that a sunnyside-up may look all bright and cheery but it’s not for everyone!

True, our food don’t always look as good, presentation-wise. I mean, good looks are great especially if you haven’t had to resort to plastic surgery to get there. But hey, there’s more important things in life than good looks.

Like the taste, for instance. When I was a kid, I would jump for joy at the very mention of eating at a restaurant. Restaurant food always meant delicious food that cost a lot of money, and that you didn’t get to eat at home. Always. I can’t say that’s true any more. Sure it’s still fogging expensive but as for the food being always delicious, well, I’d say 별로 (don’t hold your breath)!

And getting to control the ingredients, now that’s always a great way to pacify the occasional control freak in me.

And getting to make and eat a ton more than the piddly portions the restaurants serve us, now that’s a definite plus, and definitely a post for another day.

Oh, just one thing. Yes, I realize I just said fogging on a family-friendly site. Since my kids are pretty much grown (or so I’d like to think), I’m going to exercise my freedom to use some of the more refined vocabulary I picked up from my American education. Rest assured, I don’t use them in real life or in front of my kids unless someone cuts me off in traffic or can’t get my eggs done right.

Clairity/

Rainbow-l

Rainbow-l

Rainbow-l

이게 제일 맛있어요!

Tastiest thing ever!

Clairity/

Saturday night live

So one fine Saturday evening, a couple of my nosy neighbors decided to go check out the construction of a new home nearby. New homes are always an object of great interest around these parts.

These two elderly ladies were obviously so mesmerized by the design of the grant door hardware that they didn’t look where they were going and promptly landed in the ditch!

They escaped with light scratches and swore to leave construction sites alone in favor of staying home to watch Saturday night TV instead.

True story!

Panda now

Panda now

You may not believe it but I’m sitting here craving Panda. Even though most days, Panda is furthest from my mind, I really, suddenly want to wolf down heaping mouthfuls of their orange chicken, broccoli beef and chow mein. I’m hungry just looking at this picture, and I’m laughing too as I’m writing this.

Panda now

It’s Americanized Chinese food, not the most authentic, and frankly I’d never heard of orange chicken until Panda, but it’s palatable, decent even. Over time, if you eat it often enough, you may develop a taste for their version of Chinese, even begin to like it. Like I did.

Sadly, the same can’t be said for some of the food I’ve been eating lately *sigh*. I swore I wasn’t going to trust those rave reviews but when it comes to what I’ve been missing and wanting to eat for a long time, I have to risk it sometimes.

I know. I only have myself to blame for rushing to believe that those beef ball noodles I used to love would “taste the same now as they did back then”. How I convinced myself that that’s even possible here and now, I don’t know.

Nostalgia, I guess. I do miss those tasty noodles and really wanted to taste them again. I went there only to find out, too late, those beef ball noodles are SO bad I wouldn’t even serve them to my enemies, let alone paying customers. I could go on about how many of my other food faves have deteriorated, but I think I’ll stop myself right here…

… and weep a little for faves that were once tasty and flavorful but are now nothing more than sad, depleted, watered down versions of what they used to be. Enough said, I want some Panda right now!

Clairity/
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