Mabo curry and bad cooks

I stumbled across the discussions of Japanese men whose wives are not stellar cooks. I don't think I fall into this category but if I had a lot less money to spend on food, a lot less space, a lot fewer utensils and a lot more pressure, it could go anywhere. Anywhere. Feminism rears its ugly head, man. Here's a bunch of adults who are childishly dependent on another human being for food, who believe they are entitled to have someone cook average to above-average food for them every day (sometimes more than three meals a day, and that's a fuckton if you've ever tried). Here's a bunch of adults who carry the responsibility for the health of another human being who doesn't do the same for them, who feel patronized when someone tells them to do it this way or that way.

Also, that guy complaining about exploded croquettes he didn't even have to eat is a troll, I swear to god. Prick.

I wrote most of this entry about mabo curry two days ago, but I didn't post it until now because I felt embarrassed at my blathering about game food.

( A fine history of making up pretend food )

( Directions on how to make the mabo curry I made, COMPLETE WITH FUCKUPS 8D )

I dunno, man, my dad lapped it up, but it just tasted kind of salty and spicy to me. It wasn't sharp like mabo OR easy like curry. Generic salty spicy stuff. Maybe I need to make roux from scratch. Or shut up and put an apple in there? Less tian mian jiang more curry?

Coincidentally, I googled マーボーカレー to do some research for this entry and discovered that they're selling instant mabo curry in December to celebrate Tales of Graces f. House Foods already makes a Mabo Curry, so the Tales one will be "Special Mabo Curry," have boxes with characters on them and probably come with a prize. That's right, you watch me try to get either one of these on Rakuten. I'm gonna do this. (When I can make perfectly good food myself. I'm going to try to steal their recipe.)