So I’ve been going on and on about the lime popsicles that I will eat in Key West. In my head I was picturing an almost non-stop supply of cool green treats at my disposal.
Suddenly, I couldn’t figure out where I’d gotten this idea from. Did someone tell me about these lime popsicles? did I just assume that the abundance of lime juice and and the heat would drive people to produce lime popsicles? why is there a weird midgety dude walking around outside? Did I dream of lime popsicles and forget they weren’t true?
I consulted with Alex and he confirmed that the lime popsicles did exist. Success!
I also just had to explain to him that the Keys were, in my mind
* Lime Popsicles
* Beach
* Seafood at every meal
* A grizzled old man selling giant avocados from a rolling red cart (or so the picture on the tourist website told me)
I imagine the Keys being some cross between Tybee Island and South Beach. We’ll see what happens.
The Keys are the new Ghengis. I used to write about Ghengis all the time, now I write about my upcoming trip. When I get back I’ll tell you about the trip then get back to Ghengis.
Also, I really am trying to get an episode up before I go. I’m hoping to get the cell phone pictures up before the trip then vacation pictures up after.
Monthly Archives: March 2005
comimos los pescados sin procesar y rejoiced mientras que durmió el ángel de la muerte imperturbado con todo otra vez
yeah, so OSX’s Sherlock comes with Systrans translating software. It’s fun. I use it too often. I expect a spanish speaker to tell me what’s what with this phrase.
So, as you might have gathered from the title, last night was sushi night over at Keith’s. I helped with prepping the fish, getting things cut and mixed and whatnot. I rolled up one veggie roll, went to have a cigarette (i know, I quite, but the beer was flowing freely and you know how that goes) and I didn’t have to do anything else. Nice.
The thing is, everyone knows how to make sushi nowadays, it’s the thing to do. There were 8 of us and I think 6 knew how to and wanted to roll and I was happy to finally step out of the kitchen and let people go for it. Of course this would never happen in my own kitchen, I’m too much of a kitchen control freak for that, but in someone else’s house I’m cool.
As per usual, there was more fish and therefore more sushi than is healthy for people to eat. I’m pretty sure that David almost got rice poisoning or something from all the sushi he ate. At one point we did try to convince keith to overdose on wasabi so we could take him to the hospital.
I brought my wasabi to this shindig. I use Penzey’s wasabi, not the pure stuff, just the natural stuff. It’s what we all know and love and why change. Thing is, Penzeys makes one hell of a strong wasabi and when people are used to the wiener wasabi that comes with the pre-packaged sushi at the grocery store, this stuff can be downright painful. Doesn’t matter how many times you warn people, though, they don’t listen. Love that eye-popping buzz from across the table. I love wasabi. Love it. Love it but don’t want to be in huge pain so i am all about moderation with the crazy Penzey’s wasabi.
After dinner we had green tea (or mango for the boring folks) mochi, ice cream balls wrapped in a sheet of glutinous rice. yum. also yum.
We watched 30 second movie re-enactments and then tried to introduce them to Happy Tree Friends, but I think that didn’t go over so well. I don’t know, I was highly amused.
Late night, fun times, I need a nap.
A Jar Of Pickles
My boss’ baby was finally born. Beautiful little boy, Rhett William. So very cute. With him on paternity leave I am left in charge, this allows me to sit in his chair, spin wildly and chant “i’m in charge…i’m in charge…” or so he told me in an email.
I’m apparently the go-to girl for travel dining. People are always saying “i’m going to this place…where should I eat”. That’s me, I have the answer (as long as i’ve been there). I do, however, avoid recommending the rat infested restaurant that Mark took me to (grumble grumble grumble…I don’t care how good the food was!). I wish I could remember name of the place on Lincoln in Miami Beach that I had lunch at when I was there. The BEST miso glazed salmon i have ever has. I’ve been trying to emulate the recipe ever since then. My trip to the Keys (oh, did I mention the Keys again…I DID) will also be a culinary tour. A culinary tour taken on scooters!
I’ve been messing up ‘you’re’ and ‘your’ again. It’s not that I don’t know the difference, i’m just typing it wrong.
last Friday I upgraded firefox on my computer at work. It upgraded nicely, pulled all my bookmarks and cookies over. I was happy. This morning i get to work, all of my bookmarks and cookies are gone and it won’t import my bookmarks from the previous version. Weird.
My t-rex tattoo is finally being designed. Hooray! I can’t wait to see the final result. My coworkers rule…
sometimes…they do not rule when they have this long drawn out pissing contest about how to properly install a toilet. I’m so fucking sick of this argument, i’m so fucking sick of telling them to shut the fuck up and go away. I don’t want to hear about it.
damn, I wish I had time to take the dog to the park, it’s such a beautiful day, I’m sure he’d have a great time, but alas, I’ve got dinner with the sister and the semisonic boy. I need to bring a bunch of stuff to dinner (wasabi…rolling mat…dvds…david…) I’m sure I will forget something.
blah blah blah nothing more interesting today.
proximity
1) If you want to win at a card game you haven’t played before, your best bet is to NOT figure out everyone’s strategy and in fact make an effort to not know what they are doing. Those three were so used to each other and their playing style it was too easy to predict. I come in, I’d only played one other time and I did fairly well because they couldn’t figure out my damned strategy. I had no strategy.
2) Let’s welcome Alan back into the game. I’m still not sure what my “somewhat hands-off way” of encouragement is, but I’ll take it as a compliment. I will keep on him to update his website as often as I can.
3) Easter dinner at my dad’s place. We went for a walk around the lake after and I was not wearing walking shoes. I’m paying the price.
4) Sushi with my sister and her boyfriend and the couple that introduced them to each other. April’s boyfriend reminds me of a Semisonic song. Not a specific one, just maybe Keith is the guy in a Semisonic song, except with a better apartment.
5) I made a quiche to bring to easter dinner and could not eat it. I love eggs, i generally like quiche, but every once in a while I look at eggs and my stomach turns. I don’t know why, by all accounts the quiche should have been tasty, but the texture of everything put together seemed wrong all of a sudden. Good thing there was so much ham.
6) the good and bad thing about dating vegetarians is that I don’t eat nearly as much meat as I would like.
7) the countdown to the Keys has made me intolerable. I spent 15 minutes discussing my excitement regarding riding scooters around town. Also, the highest point in the Keys is 18 feet above sea level. I will conquer this.
8) bedtime, I’m exhausted. I promise to catch up on phone calls and emails this week. Peas Out.
Christ is risen
I’m saddened that www.UnholyAlliance.com (as is .net and .org) is taken, that would have rocked.
I’m not doing easter for people this year (please stop asking). Going to my dad’s tomorrow. My contribution is potato gratin (no mushrooms) and a quiche with spinach, artichoke hearts and goat cheese.
Beautiful day today, good day for chillin. Wish it wasn’t so windy, though. Dog got to get all up in the faces of other dogs, good for him. Speaking of the dog, 1) he has learned the secrets of tubalcain and 2) he does not like it when you act like you have a mouth full of rotten milk that you can’t spit out (this really upsets him).
ummm….in other not-so-intersting news….
I knitted a purse, didn’t like the outcome, took it apart, started it again but with a ribbed pattern, don’t like that either. I think it might actually be the yarn. I’m going to give this another inch or so and see how I feel.
I need to stop watching animated series dvd’s. Between Family Guy and The Simpsons my dream world has become rather unsettling. Worse yet, everything I write is recited by Stewie. dang.
I’m off to game night!