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My father* started a takeaway restaurant with a companion in my hometown. It almost feels like Iβve reserved Saturday for dishes that remind me of him, and Sunday for my momβs krioyo food, like tutu. Itβs my way of keeping them close in a healthier way.
Maybe thatβs why I started eating noodles on Saturdays. But I also know my own habit of ordering food, so I stocked up on extra meat at home β hoping I could resist the temptation after coming back from the beach to grab some takeaway meat for my noodles.
Still, especially after a walk on the beach, it can be so tempting to just pick up fried chicken to go with my noodles.
Thatβs why Iβve moved into the next phase: trying to guide myself toward more budget-friendly eating. Just telling myself βI wonβt do it againβ didnβt work. So now Iβm making the home version satisfying enough to stop me from ordering takeout. My plan: cook something similar myself, like bami with chicken.
On the sixteenth of August, I started this process. The first time I made it, I gave it a 6.8 out of 10 β I ainβt mad at it at all, I thought while eating it. Back then, these were the things I thought I could improve, and Iβm working on them step by step: adjusting the crust flavor, making it more eye-candy, and the sauce.
*During that time, I listened to a CD he had with different tracks on it. I still remember the first three in the exact order, and the fourth was some kind of tango song or something, but I canβt recall its name.
