With so much work to do this evening in preparation of my trip to Cambodia tomorrow (like updating this damn blog), I didn't get home in time to order and eat jjajang myeon for dinner, as I usually try to do before stepping on an airplane (see most recently 3.241 Jaengban Jjajang Myeon).
Fortunately, we had a pack of Chapaghetti in the pantry. It's an instant noodle product that's supposed to taste like jjajang myeon. It doesn't. It just tastes like Chapaghetti. The name is a portmanteau of "jja(jang)," the "cha" derived from an older standard of transliteration, and "(spa)ghetti." Having been around for decades, the product is still very popular. The Wife likes to have it as a snack on occasion, which is why we usually have a couple in stock. For some reason, backpackers like to make Chapaghetti for lunch on the mountain. I've never been much of a fan myself, although I did enjoy a bite of it here and there from time to time. Tonight may have been the first time that I've had it in years. Unfortunately, it was worse than I remembered. Bland yet salty. Chemical aftertaste. Alas, yet another food in which I can no longer find pleasure. In this case, though, I suppose that's a good thing--who really needs to be eating crap like this, even if it has olive oil?
This is the 999th meal of the blog overall. The 1000th will likely be on the plane heading for Phnom Penh. Hopefully, I'll be able to post upon my arrival. Wouldn't that just be the biggest bitch ever if the plane went down before I could get to 1000?