Egg Drop Soup – Takeaway Style

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Chinese, Eggdrop, Eggs, Fast Food, Food, Recipies, Soup, Takeaway Food

4 Cups Chicken Broth
0.25 Tsp Ground Ginger
2 Tbsp Chives, chopped
0.25 Tsp Salt
1.5 Tblsp Cornstarch
2 Eggs
1 Egg Yolk
1 Tsp MSG

 

 

 

1. Pour 3 cups of the chicken broth into a large saucepan. Stir the salt, ginger, MSG and chives into the saucepan, then bring to a rolling boil.
2. In a small bowl, stir together the remaining 1 cup of chicken broth and cornstarch until smooth.
3. In a small bowl, whisk the eggs and egg yolk together using a fork, then drizzle the egg, a little at a time, from the fork into the boiling broth mixture.
4. Once all the egg has been dropped, stir in the cornstarch mixture gradually until the soup is the desired consistency.

Why I’m Breaking Habit and Training For My 4th Camino

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Camino de Santiago, Camino Frances, Spiritual, Training

For all my previous Caminos, I’d done zero training; no extra walking and hiking and was overweight for each of them.  I’ve had this discussion with others who have completed the walk about training for it and we all agreed; you can’t train for what it is meant to be and you don’t need to train, as long as you can walk (and keep walking).  Sure, some of the times I was there it’s been more difficult than it should be but you get better everyday, drop inches off your waistline and start slow enough that you engage with others.  But this time is different.

North African awakening

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Africa, Culture, Morocco, Tangier, Thoughts, Travel

“Do you remember your first kiss?”

This has been Tangier for me. In the short two-and-a-half days of being here, I feel like a lost child at the start of a grand adventure, full of bewilderment and awe, distracted by the sounds, the smells, the living. To some it’s a dirty, downtrodden port, a necessary evil on your way to the true Morocco, or while you await escape across the strait to the safety, familiarity and comfort of Europe.

I’ve quickly come to recognize it as the crossing point of cultures and worlds, which never truly fit the ethnocentrism of the West or Middle East but which instead just seek to survive as some conceptual hybrid with a subtle hint of obliquity. The blackened streets are colored with the oil of life and every single layer contains a narrative and some you feel, a parable. Dark alleyways exhaling seductively deep whispers of ‘hey my friend, I have good hashish’ and the oh-so-sweet aroma of mint tea, seek to serve as icing on an already decadent, yet slightly deviant cake.

I commented to someone that the difference between crowds here and in Madrid is that instead of the insanity and aimlessness of tourism, every person here appears to walk with purpose or doing *something*. Selling, buying, drinking, eating, fixing things which look completely beyond repair, dodging the petite taxis careering down cobbled streets or just simply engaged in conversation. Maybe it’s been the overly emotional Camino I just finished but this reminds me of why travel is so important. Not for the Sun or beaches but to experience all walks of life; to appreciate what you have back home but not equate it to happiness and to continually show how absolutely bloody wonderful it is, to be alive.