Furikake Corner

#28 - A Busy Friday Tomorrow, Katsu Curry, Healing Meals - 04/09/2025

Related to my prior blogpost, I'm focusing on my dreams. By this, I have a few set goals within my life so far that I WANT to achieve, for the sake of having a fufilling life away from my current tiresome circumstances. So as such, I've got another job interview tomorrow! Im pretty stoked honestly, as earlier in the week, the phone conversation I had with said employer felt very fruitful and positive, optimistic even. One of the major parts of the dreams I want to achieve is being able to have a steady source of income, and it's interviews like this and a few others i've got lined up that I am hoping can achieve that particular dream. Having income that I've generated from my own time and energy, my own hard work, felt satisfying at the place I was at previously and I want to recapture that feeling, as well as see if I can generally try a different variation of the kind of work that I was doing before. Alongside the interview I have tomorrow, I have a few more things scheduled involving booking video interviews - as what I am aiming for is part time, I want to potentially have multiple sources of income as much as possible, so that I can at least make a bit of a security net for when I want to finally get outta the hellhouse I currently live in. But yeah! Im super excited for tomorrow, and I feel like this might create some real good change, the kind of change that I need. But if not? Then I will keep trying. Because I would rather continue to try, than wilt because of the rottenness of the idiots I live with. I'm going to keep trying, keep at it, because there's people I wanna meet and live for, and I want to live for myself too.

Other than this, Im happy to head into town tomorrow for that interview also so that I can get myself some curry blocks. I can't remember if ive spoken on it before but i LOVE KATSU CURRY. I love this shit so much. I genuinely love how tasty it is, how warming it can be, how when storing it for another day or two, the flavours of the whole thing just kick into gear and taste even better. A long time ago, must of been my late teen years, my sisters introduced me to the idea of katsu curry through taking me to places or creating their own spin on the stuff. There was something deeply soothing, rich, tasty, about the way it all came together and the way that it tasted. Helps, since my sisters generally cook, to this day, warming and comforting food. Eating anything they make has a healing effect on my soul, a way of healing something I can't exactly define. See, I know im in a tangent within a tangent, but sometimes I feel pain in a way that's beyond just physical or mental pain - emotional pain is what i'd define it as, when the overlflowing water bucket of my emotions just keeps overflowing and overwhelming me. But food like that of my sisters, katsu curry, something I continue to cook mainly for my own enjoyment (and not for the sake of the other people within the place I live in, who dont appreciate it to begin with anyway), it just heals me. It soothes me, makes me feel less overwhelmed, the bucket of overflowing emotion is emptied for once and the weight on my soul feels lighter. Anyway, to get back to the point: I deeply love katsu curry, so Im excited to pick up some curry blocks tomorrow to make that comforting meal with again. At the moment, I could go for something comforting and soothing to my tastebuds. Do you know how depressing it is to live in a place where people just yell all the time, including at me, and I have virtually no motivation to treat myself with any dignity concerning food? It's depressing! And that's no excuse - I dont really treat myself all that right when it comes to food, so when there's these slivers of motivation and I feel like I can cook myself something good, something I WANT FOR ONCE instead of being dissuaded constantly by certain other people, I feel happy. When I have a place of my own, it is within my hopes that all the cooking I do can feel like this.

See, this is also the thing to me: I can cook. I am genuinely pretty good at cooking, good at making tasty things, and I can cook some banger meals if given the chance. It's literally that my motivation when it comes to all of these things is shot down constantly by people sinking their metaphorical teeth into my heart. I dont like being constantly berated and told im horrible, told im shit, told im this and that and all of the other expletives that can get thrown at me for basically just existing. It really fucks with my confidence, my motivation, everything to do with it, and that includes feeding myself. When I was employed not too long ago, I had motivation in me to actually eat three meals a day but since I lost my work due to the false termination, my motivation to get up early and have an actual breakfast just really vanished. So I want to change that, and I feel like I can do some banger cooking for myself if I was really given the kind of chances like I do with being able to cook the katsu tomorrow (at least, if all that goes to plan). When I have a place of my own, I feel like I will be able to just make food that not only makes me happy but heals me. I don't really know where I place my spirituality, if it does exist or not, Im very indifferent to the concept and I dont necessarily exclude it from my life either (I dont believe in some things but I will avoid walking under a ladder for example), but I do believe that food has a healing effect and I believe that things that I can cook would be able to achieve that. Katsu, even the katsu I cook which I did model off of the ones that my sisters used to make me when we lived together in our family home with my parent/s (and later adapted into my own style really), healed me in that way. Soul-healing.

Maybe it's just because things aligned the way that they did, what with being taken to yo-sushi over here for the first time in 2017 iirc, but it's asian food and asian cooking that really just healed me and became the comfort food that really helps me. Believe it or not, I didnt actually try asian takeaways until New Years Eve of 2016, in which we got from a local takeaway back when I was in a homeless unit with my sisters and my parent - perhaps it's from there that the connection was established, that even in the most dire and saddening of times, asian food quite literally saved my life in that regard. Maybe ill talk on this particular instance another time, actually, this kind of sub-topic, but my point is that asian food is generally the food that heals me. Even when it was covid era and I'd be ordering really cheap chinese takeaway, that shit legitimately was splendid and I loved every bit of it. I've always been a big fan of fried rice, especially chicken fried rice. I love sweet and sour sauce, especially creating a canyon within the actual fried rice and pouring the sauce in - it really tastes good~ Then there's vegetable rolls, spring rolls, fried seaweed, and then very rarely duck or something else like that, but I love them either way. It's such a shame that chinese takeaway is legitimately like russian roulette now: like, try and order from a place, and for all you know, it could taste abominable, take two hours to get here, or it's just mediocre. Plus, in all of these, it's overpriced as hell. That's something definitely to blame on the nobheads in charge of this draconian landmass, imo.

Anyway, Katsu Curry! Just to kind of finish off on what I want to do specifically here:

Hopefully, with the good vibes that should come about tomorrow, I will make something tasty and filling~

Five days into September: hopefully this blesses me with some good luck. Gonna keep my dreams close to my soul and heart, but im gonna want some good luck too.