You know it’s going to be a great morning when you spend about twenty minutes trying to identify the strange odor, and you realise 1) it’s Carolina Red barbeque sauce, and b) it’s coming from the COFFEE.
(I’m hoping to have some more substantial fooding posts going up, but not until after this weekend ’cause I’m going to Seattle to the Emerald City Comic Con. Yes, I am that kind of geek. No, I am not dressing up.)
Whenever people ask me why I studied Japanese at Chico State and traveled on my own in the country for two weeks as a college graduation gift to myself and subjected the country to my horrible gaijin accent and my tears of homesickness on Tokyo Disneyland’s Main Street, I always tell them the story about reading a Robert A. Heinlein novel with a throwaway line about feeding the tiny deer in the city of Nara, and how that triggered a lifelong fascination with Japan.
That is totally true, by the way. And I did go to Nara, which is an awesome city, and I did feed the tiny deer.
And one of them bit me on the ass.
HANYOLDWAYS, the part I don’t often tell people is that in high school I would often stay up wayyy past the sane sleeping hour on the weekends watching NHK feeds broadcast on relay from San Francisco. I had no idea what the hell I was watching, as it was all in Japanese, but it was these guys… cooking. Not just cooking, though, doing wild things with food that I couldn’t recognize and making it outrageously beautiful.
It was AWESOME.
And became even more awesome when NHK started running subtitles in ENGLISH!
I didn’t have Food Network, so I missed out on the dubbed version. BUT MY LIFE WILL NOW REGAIN MEANING! Fine Living Network is showing it in all its dubbed glory!
Kore wa ii desu ne? YATTA! \o/
I had to listen to some Trustafarians natter on about how excellent it is that absinthe is now legal on the bus the other day. For the record: yes, I’ve tried absinthe. It tasted yucky. I’ll stick with my beer for now.
Hanyoldway, WIRED reports the findings of some German researchers into the drink.
Absinthe, widely known as the ‘Green Fairy’ was banned across Europe in the early 20th century after it became the purported cause of absinthism, the symptoms of which included hallucinations, tremors and convulsions. It turns out that absinthism was probably just alcoholism.
Spotted in the 30s on Belmont last night:
People standing on their porch, drinking Franzia Rose box wine out of brandy snifters.
WITH BENDY STRAWS.
Harhar! I made up tasty foods! All in an effort to avoid mayonaise and eat tuna, because I hate mayonaise and like tuna.
Mary Sue’s Awesome Tuna Salad Pita Sammich
1 can tunafishies, drained
1/4 cup frozen corn
3 radishes, choppy chopped
1 glug of olive oil
Cilantro, Pepper, and Salt to taste.
Mustard
Pita breads
Mix up tunafishies, corn, radishes, olive oil, cilantro, pepper and salt. Stuff in a container. Drag the container to work the next day and at lunchtime stuff contents of container into pita breads. Dose liberally with mustard.
My coworker just told me there are caffinated Snickers bars.
BABY WANT!
Anyone in PDX spotted these?
<em>This post contains nausea-inducing content. You’re warned.</em>
This was going to be a post extolling the virtues of the <a href=”http://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g52024-d941388-Reviews-Opposable_Thumb_Gallery_Cafe-Portland_Oregon.html”>Opposable Thumb Cafe</a> and especially their double chocolate hazelnut cookies (which I am eating right now with a lovely cup of Ristretto Roasters drip coffee).
But there are <em>knitters</em> here.
I have nothing against knitters, per se. They don’t bug me on the bus at all. I have even been known to put needle to wool and create small stuffed Cthullus. Lately, though, the <em>knitters</em> are everywhere. They’re at Rocking Frog, they’re at Opposable Thumb, they were even at It’s A Beautiful Pizza the other night.
Here’s the thing about <em>knitters</em>… the amount of disgusting and inappropriate sex-related gossip increases the less-apropriate the setting is. For example, tonight when I walked in, the <em>knitters</em> were discussing vaginal discharge (I am not making this up). Then, small children entered the shop and they started discussing one of their mutual acquaintance’s infidelities. In glaring detail. I could pick this gentleman’s genetalia out of a lineup now.
Please, if you are a <em>knitter</em> or know one, remind them to beware what they say when they are knitting in public. Because you never know when a blogger is sitting nearby.
In my office, this is considered an understocked food drawer.
March 30th was my last day at IKEA.
I just realised this means I no longer have an excuse to stop at Pine State Biscuits on Saturday mornings.
I think I might cry.
(Or, you know, start walking down there and back because 1. I’ll have the chance to experience this thing called a ‘weekend’ people keep talking about, and 2. Even at 7am there’s never any open seats, and 3. People tell me exercise is good for you.)
From a comment here:
Stay calm! Breathe! Focus! Vodka!
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