Can somebody please translate the label on the instant noodle packet?
I found myself shivering under the warmth of two thick blankets early this morning. I groggily thought, “This was not good at all. I am having the chills.” The Husband, who was rushing off to work, hardly noticed my fever as he kissed me goodbye. I buried myself under the covers as I had to get more sleep for the busy day ahead, full of meetings and writing.
But then I found myself waking up two hours later than the appointed time I set my alarm. Oh no! I was supposed to meet someone in 10 minutes. How could I possibly get up, take a bath and dress up, and commute all the way to Deira, a good 45-minute ride via the Dubai Metro, in 10 minutes? But my head was throbbing like mad. I quickly drafted and sent an apology message to the person I was supposed to meet. Then pain just lulled me back to sleep.
I woke up later that afternoon and I immediately messaged The Husband that I had fever. Of course, he got worried as he has been worried every time I get sick, which is quite often, sad to say. As soon as he got home, he said “Kelangan mo ng arroz caldo (You need to eat chicken porridge.)” while he researched for recipes on the Internet. But upon knowing that we didn’t have most of the ingredients for Arroz Caldo, The Husband gave up on the idea.
He then quickly went through the take out menu pile in search for the menu of Chimes, our neighboring Southeast Asian restaurant.
“Let’s order a bow of Laksa (spicy Malaysian coconut soup with noodles) for you.”
“But we still have Thai red curry paste. We can cook instead.”
“Buuuttt the house will smell like onions, garlic and curry again.” The Husband complained.
“Okay, let’s skip cooking. Why not spicy Korean instant noodles instead?”
And so we settled for a bowl of spicy Korean instant noodles, which was cheap, fast (cooks in less than 5-minutes), spicy and hot. A good quick fix to help the paracetamols and the glasses of pineapple juice rid my body of the inexplicable fever that plagued me throughout the day. After slurping up every strand of perfectly manufactured al dente noodles and every drop of spicy factory made broth there was, I think it did its magic. My fever has subsided, at least for now. With fingers and toesies crossed, I am hoping that the Korean noodles will do more permanent cure. You think it will?
Delirious about delicious,
Didi
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