Bizzare Cooking Experiment

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Hello again. It's late night here and I was hungry. Was. Now I think it's better to sleep with a hungry >groogs< of alien stomach, craving food.

I was playing “Great DJ” by The Ting Tings (how ironic, I used to hate this song...) with my lovely guitar, Nola, when I smelt something delicious.
Teriyaki?
Curry?
Candy?
No.

It was a bowl of a local instant noodle, In**mie.

Of course, my eyes couldn't stand people eating food. Even it was a fast food. Oh Wait.
The only problem is, that brand is not very friendly with my Mahnus organs. Every attempt to eat it always result in the hospital (of course, the doctors are also incompetent and gave me drug medications until the last one mentioned my noodle reaction).

So I decided to go downstairs and cook something different. As I walked into a storage (eyes open for dead cocroaches), I turned on the light and immediately opened the first cupboard, searching for non – In**mie fast food packages. It was nearly empty.

I only managed to found three.

I closed the storage, holding the only edible instant rice vermicelli (I knew this after checking the “best before” label) and went to the kitchen. No. The refrigerator first. As I opened it, I rummaged through the piles of cold, raw, and edible ingredients to get something that will fit the vermicelli. I won't eat vermicelli with a mound of Monosodium Glutamate.

Just then, my naughty tend – to – experiment Mahnus nature thinked about something woah.

After fetching an egg, some longbeans, onion leaves, sashimi sauce, oyster sauce, and sausages, I went to the kitchen with full hands. Feeling not enough, I also took some salt, pepper, some crackers I got from the Bangka Island, my human 'father''s homeland, and fried anchovies (Stolephorus spp.) into the plate.

And the experiment begin.

I took the stewpot and some water, and boiled it hot. Then the vermicelli went in. Following it was the egg that I had broke and its contents zipped downright lethal, for the yolk broke imediately.

I felt sorry to the female Gallus gallus (hen) which laid this egg.

After stirring a bit, the cut – and – peeled sausages jumped in, after being defrosted before. Longbeans. And the rest of the crap. Yeah. The sauces.  The next 6 minutes, I put out the stove, poured it into the bowl and suddenly became horrified of what I have done.

I turned it into a porridge – like substance. At least it was still hanging on the fork.

But it's more than just the horrible taste... It tastes like a salty cream. Now I wish I was asleep.

I tried to normalize its taste by adding water, but it didn't work. I promised to myself that if it still tasted horrible after the tenth try, I'll throw it through the window. Whoever it hits.

After the thirteenth tries, though, I decided to drain every liquid into the sink and eat what remains. Not so bad. Some rice porridge, sausages and those delicious stuff from Bangka. Yum yum.

The next time I got hungry, I'll just fry some chips and eat with tomato sauce.

Ahh, I'm sleepy, my Mahnus brain need a lot of stasis. Manh out.

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