Momofukufor2

I’m just your average girl who loves to cook and who loves noodles. I am noodle folk, broth runs through my veins. Whenever I travel, noodle restaurants are always on my list of places to visit.

In 2007, I visited New York, and one of the places I wanted to eat at most was Momofuku Noodle Bar, but it almost didn’t happen. My first visit to Momofuku seemed like fate, it never would have happened without a lucky string of delayed flights, flukey taxi drop-offs, and the willingness to wait 45 minutes for the restaurant to open (although Vancouverites who eat at Toshi know 45 minutes is not a long wait).

A couple of years later I had my wedding and honeymoon in New York City. Instead of taking care of wedding details such as flowers or hair and makeup, I hit up all 4 Momofukus. (There happen to be 5 ‘fukus now, but it’s a good excuse to go back.) It was absolutely delicious: a fried chicken feast (see below), the Ko lunch menu, watching the chicken wing chef lovingly caress each wing before plating, these are memories that last a lifetime, my friends!

Of course, my love of food isn’t restricted to *just* noodles. I love all food. It’s my passion. My husband, friends, and family know this, so I get a lot of cookbooks as presents. Truthfully, I don’t read more than 10 pages of most of them. They’re more like reference guides, for those “hmm, I wonder if Thomas Keller has a bread pudding recipe” moments.

This year though, I got the Momofuku cookbook for Christmas. Momofuku!? Cookbook?! It was perfect. I sat myself on the couch and read the entire book cover to cover on Christmas Day. It was the best cookbook I ever read. After I finished I realized two things: 1) it would be super yummy to cook every recipe in this book and 2) why not put up a site where I could write and take photos of the process?