A West Side story… featuring Miso

This post is bittersweet as it will most likely be the last one coming from this kitchen. Let me explain.

About two months ago, my roommates and I got a letter from our landlord informing us that our rent would be going up $300. PER PERSON. And I’ve got two roommates. Those of you with even sub par math skills will realize that’s a $900 per month increase! Insane, right?! We were all outraged!! OUTRAGED. Yet completely helpless… soooo long story short, we’re all going our separate ways. Beth has moved out of NY to pursue her career as a stylist on film sets (she will soon forget us and the French girls who blast techno upstairs) while Jess is moving in with a friend downtown (too trendy for me). As for me, where am I going?…. oh, reader, wherever shall I go? *dramatic pause*

Apartment hunting in Manhattan is NO FUN. I saw ads for semi-nudist roommates and friends-with-benefits roommates and then there were the weirdos… And during my apartment drama, I was missing my mom so much and her cooking. So after talking to her, I decided to make something warm and comforting, like her miso soup which I know is super easy to make. But when I got to Whole Foods and saw that they have, I kid you not, 6 different types of miso paste… I couldn’t take it anymore… red miso, barley miso, sweet white miso, mellow white miso… how am I to know?? I’ve never bought miso before! I CAN’T EVEN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF. It was too much. I was like ‘Are you f*cking kidding ME?? Seriously. All I wanted was a simple f*cking bowl of miso soup to have before I have to resort to living on the streets.’ All of this I of course said in my head because I internalize all my miso-issues, like a normal person.

I called my mom on the spot and told her my sob story as I picked up and examined each container of miso (can the company that makes miso paste please make transparent containers?). You guys probably think I’m mental, as does my mom. She was just as confused about the whole miso situation as I was, but told me to get the mellow white miso. And you know what, she was right… she’s always right. So I got home after my miso meltdown and made myself some soup. And it was good. Oh, and then I got an apartment… on the UPPER WEST SIDE.

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