“The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.”—Stephen King (via subtlelights)
(shit, guys, how do i reply to people’s comments when there is no such tumblr-equivalent function? newfangled social media platforms suck.)
@braided: feel free! :D although i would then feel entitled. one day i will visit singapore and be like WAZZUP MAH HOMIE and then you will run away in terror i am sure.
@toujoursgai: excellent question! of all the stir-fries/sautees i listed i think my favorite was the seasoned tofu. it is very pungently onion-y but the sharpness of the scallions is somewhat counterbalanced? complemented? by the wonderfully roasty flavor of a million toasted sesame seeds. when you’re frying the tofu and trying to scrape it up to flip it make sure you use a good spatula because it may stick to the pan, rendering all your browning efforts null indeed (and producing unsightly little niblets and flakes of charred brown tofu skin in the process).
thai basil chicken is also very good, and simple to make. take the amount of basil you think you need and double it, then add it all in. this thing smells amazing because of the basil.
for a comforting bowl of breakfast foods: maple banana oatmeal. if you don’t have maple just sub it 1:1 with honey. YMMV, though, because i’ve been eating oatmeal since i was a preadolescent and i love that shit every which way — mixed with blueberries, blended with soup, heaped with bacon bits …