Cabin Fever and Soondubu

February 8, 2010 § Leave a comment

So when I ran off to the land of endless sun and smog– Los Angeles–, I was able to successfully avoid winter for four years and nurture my personal definitions of any temperature below 68F as “cold” and any temperature under 50F as “VERY COLD”. When I returned to the land of politics, crabs, and slightly less smog– Washington DC–, I, being my very stubborn self, thought that I could still avoid winter with my mental arsenal of delusion, ignorance, and avoidance of the outside world. In other words, I refused to go outside. Now, had this been a normal DC winter with an annual collection of 2 inches of snow scattered on the ground with a snowflake here, a snowflake there over a period of weeks, or months even, my plans to completely boycott winter would have worked perfectly. However, someone out there who has control over the weather has the same sense of humor that I have– because I find all this hilarious–  decided that this winter would be the winter of the snowmageddon with 20-30 inches of snow being dumped on me at a time with each blizzard.

With the past blizzard, grocery stores were raided until not a toilet paper roll or Lunchable could be found. Schools were closed, pre-emptively. And workplaces were closed morning of  all due to the snow that fell in an area that sees more snow in summer snowcones. Suddenly my option of boycotting winter by not going outside was stripped away, and I was stuck with a very serious case of cabin fever.

Oh irony. You fucker.

I woke up incredibly early the morning after the blizzard, patiently waited the extra hours of sleep normal people need to function, and dragged my boyfriend out of bed, out of the warm apartment, and through the weather that was well-below 68F  just so I could get out (okay, in my defense, he had serious cabin fever as well).  We and the little-Civic-that-could journeyed  to a tiny tofu house that is roughly 20 miles away. While listening to the radio dj say, “Unless you have to go somewhere, stay home. I know you probably have crazy cabin fever, but, I’m telling you, just go outside and shovel snow. Don’t actually go anywhere, because the roads are still pretty nasty”, the little-Civic-that-could was ungracefully hopping, skipping, sometimes jumping over the frozen iced-over roads and patches of wet slush like a fool trying to walk over hot coals for the first time. After a brief, confused stop at Burger King– we couldn’t figure out how to navigate through the maze of snow to actually get into the tofu house parking lot–, we arrived at Lighthouse Tofu where I was able to finally calm my cabin fever with some soondubu, which is always  a hit with me because I adore tofu, seafood, and the color red– some days, I really am that quirky–, but the levels of how much of a hit varies on how brave my tastebuds feel that day and my interpretation of “mild” and “medium.” My misinterpretation is as disastrous as mistaking the tabasco sauce bottle as “that super cute miniature bottle of ketchup” and pouring it on as if it were caramel sauce on vanilla ice cream.

My tastebuds just burned slightly in horrified remembrance.


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