Hurray! This is the first installment of my to-be regular sushi report. Wednesday nights, every other week, at Hide (said Hee-day) Sushi on Sawtelle Blvd, in the middle of "Little Tokyo West" here on the Westside of Los Angeles. The goal is a deeper understanding of sushi, how to eat it, how to order it, and to get to know a great local sushi bar and the 3 sushi chefs who man it.
Sushi consumed, in this order:
Maguro (Tuna)
Hamachi (Yellowtail)
Unagi (Eel)
Mirugai (Giant clam)
Saba (Mackerel)
Ikura (Salmon roe)
Tamago (Egg)
Vegetable Roll (Avocado, cucumber, radish sprouts, gobo)
Uni (Sea Urchin)
Ambition for next time: Red snapper sushi with lemon and salt, and what looked like a piece of shiso leaf between the snapper and rice. The couple next to us, who appeared to be regulars, were having it and it looked good.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Klutziness & tea leaves
Last night I kicked over a small table in my living room. It held a glass of red wine. The wine went flying. Some of my books and a good portion of carpet got doused. It was spectacularly bad.
Continuing in the same vein, this morning at the office I went for a jar of green tea and spilled a bunch of leaves on the floor. As I bent over to pick them up, I thought about what I always think about when I waste any tea leaves: Wang Lung, the poor farmer in The Good Earth, and how on the morning of his wedding he gives himself and his old father a special treat, a couple of tea leaves to flavor their breakfast hot water. His father scolds him for being wasteful but then slurps up the tea greedily. And Wang Lung drinks his tea and then chews and eats the precious leaves.
Continuing in the same vein, this morning at the office I went for a jar of green tea and spilled a bunch of leaves on the floor. As I bent over to pick them up, I thought about what I always think about when I waste any tea leaves: Wang Lung, the poor farmer in The Good Earth, and how on the morning of his wedding he gives himself and his old father a special treat, a couple of tea leaves to flavor their breakfast hot water. His father scolds him for being wasteful but then slurps up the tea greedily. And Wang Lung drinks his tea and then chews and eats the precious leaves.
Saturday, January 05, 2008
LLPMS
Around this time of the month, I have a few bad days. I'm emotional and cranky. I see the world through shit-colored glasses. I am unreasonably annoyed by everything. People who are just trying to be nice, store employees who don't do what I want them to do, the way food tastes a little blander than usual.
I also get sad very easily. Yesterday, in my car, I cried as I listened to a segment of NPR's StoryCorps in which a woman described growing up very poor in Appalachia, and how one time she forgot about a school assignment to bring in an object related to farm life, and her mother after a long day's work stayed up all night to fold a barn out of plain notebook paper. The girl found it in the morning and was amazed by it, had no idea her mother was capable of such a thing. The barn even had working doors.
I also get sad very easily. Yesterday, in my car, I cried as I listened to a segment of NPR's StoryCorps in which a woman described growing up very poor in Appalachia, and how one time she forgot about a school assignment to bring in an object related to farm life, and her mother after a long day's work stayed up all night to fold a barn out of plain notebook paper. The girl found it in the morning and was amazed by it, had no idea her mother was capable of such a thing. The barn even had working doors.
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