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I vowed to be virtuous when I woke up this morning. Head throbbing from a nasty hangover, I stumbled into my gym clothes, brewed a strong cup of black coffee, and headed over the Y for a major sweat-fest. The Pacquiao-Margarito fight went on later than I had expected, and I was paying the price for staying up way past my bedtime indulging in booze, cigarettes, gossip, and greasy pizza.
Needless to say, I had a lot of fun.
My gym is next to Trader Joe’s which is mostly good except on days when my resolve is weakened by exhaustion and hunger, resulting in a term I’ve coined: “Rebellious Teenager Personality Disorder.” RTPD rears its ugly head more often than I’d like to admit. I’m 12-3 today.
I don’t want to get into the details except for this: I spent $33.02 on junk food ONLY. Think about that.
What that meant is that I now had to balance the scale by engaging in healthy activities like cooking good food, in particular my mom’s Korean pancakes which I’d been dying to make. I even had all the ingredients. I soaked the beans and took inventory of the vegetables. I had a long break before making the pancakes for dinner, so I decided to walk around the hood and check out some stores. This is an undisputed RTPD minefield, and I was in so much trouble. I ended up a little beat up (or shall I say my wallet) but thrilled by my new purchases. Yay!
Ok, time to make these pancakes. Prep time takes almost an hour, and that’s before actually frying them up. I needed music. I needed the Pixies. I needed beer. Easy, flavorful, drinkable beer. Ommegang Rare Vos. After pouring myself a large mug, I got to work and remained focused in between bouts of jumping up and down herky jerky.
Now I’ve got 10 beauties for eating and sharing.
Oh so good for you - pureed mung beans
An hour's worth of chopping
Second to last step!
Terrific breakfast with sweet, milky coffee
