Sigh. Okay. I lied. Turns out WordPress is still being a freaking bitch. For some reason my local connection is rejecting anything that has to do with WordPress. That means I can’t read my own blog, or other WordPress blogs, or comment on any blogs under my WordPress domain. I’m trying not to pull my hair out in frustration. I’ve only just managed to grow new hair. I don’t wanna be bald again. But if I ever become bald…Wordpress, you’re paying for a new wig. >:-(
Anyway. Life has been pretty frustrating. Things just aren’t going my way. Don’t you hate that? I think every. single. thing should go exactly according to the way I plan and want and need it to be. Don’t you agree?
Since the local connection in my room has had a lovers’ hissy-fit with WordPress, I’ve been parking my pancake-ass in my school dining hall. In fact, I’m sitting in the middle of the dining hall right now, using my school’s wireless connection to finally access my way into WordPress.
Here’s the thing: I’m paying $11 each time to sit here, drink lukewarm coffee, and use the internet. The least the school should allow me to do is “borrow” some fruits and salad bar ingredients to cook a decent meal back in my room.
But noooo…I got a stern ultimatum from one of the workers: I cannot take any food out of the dining hall, or I’ll get into “trouble”. As if being forced into a pricey partial meal plan isn’t troublesome enough, despite the fact that I’ve got a kitchen and two good hands to cook.
As I said, things aren’t working the way I want it to be.
Add to that the fact that I completely forgot to do a final project for my history class. How the hell did that happen? I don’t know…it just slipped out of my mind. I finished my final essay a few days early, so I think I relaxed a bit too much. To think I was chuckling cheekily to myself and watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s (thanks for the rec, Christina!), while my fellow classmates stayed up all night trying to finish their essays. Guess the last laugh is on me. :-(
Yup, things really ain’t working the way I plan it to be.
Worse. I miss my parents. I used to call them whenever I got bored, or was feeling down. Listening to their warm and loving voices always cheered me up and left me feeling warm and toasty. But as I mentioned before, they are in freaking China. And having too much fun with their mission work to send me a measly “Hi how are you doing” email.
Did I mention that things aren’t working the way I need it to be?
So when things are a big fat mess, what do you eat? A big fat mess, of course:
It’s black. It looks like a soup made out of charcoal. But this time, this dark glob of mess is exactly the way I wanted it to be. Ah, the irony. I love it.
My mom used to make this for me in the colder weather. She loved it when I asked for it, because I never ever ask her to make anything else for me. When I called a month ago and told her I missed her black sesame seed porridge, she sent me a bag of black sesame seeds and a recipe:
Since most of you can’t read it, I’ll translate it for you…
Mom’s Black Sesame Seed Porridge
- 1/2 cup raw black sesame seeds
- 1/2 cup uncooked white rice
- milk (I used a mixture of almond and coconut milk)
Rinse both the sesame seeds and the rice. Soak rice in clean water in a bowl. Set aside for at least 30 minutes.
Meanwhile, toast up the black sesame seeds until nice and fragrant:
The seeds may start popping. It’s okay. It’s supposed to. Please don’t start screaming bloody murder. You’ll make a bloody fool out of yourself.
Pour the soaked rice and seeds into a blender, together with the water that the rice was soaked in:
Blend for a few minutes.
Pour in a bit more water, and then blend until smooth:
Boil up a bit of water in a pot, and then dump the pureed mixture into the pot. Bring to a boil, and add more water as necessary. Stir constantly, be careful not to burn it:
Cook until the mixture comes to a thick, gooey, smooth paste:
Season with salt. Store it in a container and in the fridge, where the stuff will become thick and goopy, like black clay:
Don’t let a single drop go to waste. This is precious stuff! After scraping down the pot, lick every bit remaining on the spoon:
To serve, mix about equal amount of the porridge with milk, heat it up, stirring constantly, and then sweeten to taste. Drizzle with coconut milk, and then serve with fresh bread for dipping:
Oh my homemade goodness. Gosh, it smells and tastes like home. Just what the doctor ordered. :-)
The black sesame seeds are imported from Korea. This is the legit, expensive stuff. Please, no “Made-in-China” crap (Sorry, China). Genuine Korean sesame seeds is the way to go!
Really, I can’t give you a definite measurement of how much water, milk, or sweetener to use. It all depends on your own likings. Some people like it thicker, some people like it sweeter. So just make it the way you want it!
It’s been a whole day since I ate this, and my room still smells wonderful…
Can you see the little grains of sesame seeds in there? This stuff is black gold, baby! It’s so freaking good for you. Apparently, it helps you retain your youth. An elixir of youth!
Oh, and this porridge is not complete unless you’ve got some bread to dip in…
Now, do yourself a favor and go make this dish. It’s rather exotic, with a real toasty intense flavor…the only word I can think of is: Exquisite. Mmmm…
Question of the day: What do you do when things aren’t going the way you want it to be?
I throw a hissy-fit, and then I eat something good. :-)