On Post-Hula Snacks - a food review

 Tonight was a good night. I went to hula class tonight. It was the first time in quite a while that we met in person. It felt great to be around my fellow haumana, giving each other the most welcoming, warming and awkwardly reticent embraces, (I want to hug you. I want to give you the aloha I've been longing to give and receive...but...you know...).  We started learning something new. My knees were behaving. I was there. I was present. I was engaged. It felt really really great to be at hula tonight.

Anywhoozle, when I get home from hula, I am hungry. My go-to after-hula snack is toast with butter and peanut butter. Any kind of toast will do, but my favorite is a piece of thickly sliced sourdough bread. (You toast the bread, add butter, then before the butter is spread or melted, add peanut butter then spread the butter and peanut butter together. The butter sort of forms a ripple in the peanut butter. Sprinkle it with a little sea salt if you want to get fancy.) It's really delicious, filling and satisfying. 

Still anywhoozle, as yummy as my peanut butter toast is, I was wanting something different tonight. I wanted something with a little bit more protein, and a whole lot more salt.  Tonight I had a super craving for some Kimchee Beef Fried Rice from a super yummy Korean restaurant in my neighborhood. However, I'm on a bit of a budget right now so I had to pass, but thankfully I remembered that I had something in my freezer that could scratch that itch. A while back I bought Trader Joe's Bulgogi Beef Fried Rice with Kimchi. It had been in the freezer for a month. I totally forgot about it until tonight. I heated some up and topped it with super runny eggs and let the residual heat from the rice cook the eggs, and just for kicks, added a sprinkling of Aloha Soy Sauce. It was pretty good. It was just what. I needed. It wasn't exactly what I wanted, but it totally did the trick. It wasn't perfect. The beef was too sweet and I think I could have done without it. It was good on it's own, but it definitely wasn't the star of the show as the title written on the bag implied. The rice had a nice bite to it. It wasn't as kimchee rich as the original dish I was craving. I broke one of my yolks, but it was still pretty good. 

It hit the spot, in a slightly better than it'll do kind of way. I'll be going to bed happy; happy that both my body and spirit were fed tonight.