…is unimaginable. Especially since I’m Chinese. If I went to another Asian person’s house and there was no soy sauce, I’d be a little concerned. That said, I wonder if my friend Dave has soy sauce in his new apartment….

I mention this because tonight I made one of the worst comida meals I’ve made in my time on Station 1. If I haven’t talked about this before, Station 1 is in charge of making food for the dishwasher and nightcleaner. And if they so desired, they could make food for the staff too. Why we refer to it as “comida” and not “staff meal” I’m not sure, but when I think comida, I think staff meal, even if I’m only feeding a select number of people.

Anyway, long story short, I wanted to make something like noodle soup with this bag of shirataki that Koren received as a sample. It didn’t taste bad, but it would’ve tasted soooooo much better with soy sauce. I was a little ashamed to serve it to those two hardworking guys in the dishpit but I had to cos I’d made it and I didn’t have time to make anything else. Suffice to say, I cried a little inside as I gave it to them.

I have to bring some soy sauce dammit. Or else put soy sauce on the ordering list.

I just wanted to immortalize my shame in a blog entry so I could look back and remember, “Oh yeah, I need to stop making faux-Asian comida if I’m definitely missing KEY INGREDIENTS!!”