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NOTE: There are vague spoilers for FMA in this entry (4th paragraph). Yeah, I don't think you'll get it if you don't really know what's happening, but people are disemboweled daily over this sort of thing, gotta cover my ass (tummy).
I am at my grandmother's house for 2 nights and I forgot to bring the disc for Angelique Etoile. Woe is me (like I really need to play that game again). I intend to show my grandmother how to do searches for baby animals on google for entertainment, and, if it's not too uppity, to start making noises about curry. This is the grandmother that likes to feed me, see, so every time we come over she has FOOOOOD for me. This time, though, the food was lambchops, and like, I can eat those, but that's kind of towards the middle of my food list. So if I teach her to make curry, I will have a neverending parade of curry and/or indian food thrown at me when I come over here. Grandmothers are so very useful.
For my reference---yes, not for you, I just want to remember because it excites me---they said "alchemy" on X-Files, YAY, and I never mentioned the Hiroshima memorial oh yes.
My Japanese teacher performed at a memorial thing for Hirosima-Nagasaki at Old South Church last Sunday. The church was 1. very hot and stuffy and 2. excruciatingly pretty. The presentation itself was conducted by a painter chick who went to Hiroshima and discovered that people died and it was sad. No, she didn't strike me as being too bright. She painted better than she talked, and she talked a lot. The highlight of the weirdness was when her and one of the other performers held these...masks...over their faces and made moaning sobbing noises like...bomb victims, apparently. The rest of the performers, which included a woman who sang with a really deep interesting voice, a celloist and a guitarist that were so good I wanted to cry, and Minori, who sure can dance, were all awesome. (Besides Minori, my personal favorite was the cello. It was good.)
Anyway, the painter chick kept talking about how some kind of "alchemy" transformed all her FEEHEELINGS into funny paintings. She said alchemy a bunch of times. WWII! Edward Elric trying to stop bad things! And where is that FMA amusement park thing again? (When did it open?) So maybe she's an FMA fan, but when I stop to think about it, that just gives a bad reputation to yet another subset of the population that I am also a part of. (Read: she's already annoyed the artiste, American, and Japanophile in me.)
EDIT: PS, I'm eating here tomorrow. Yeah, I know, a fancy restaurant. In Connecticut. *snickers* I am jaded because I think Indian, especially nice Indian, is way, way, way the fuck out of the question in this area. But if Grandma wants to take me and my ma there, she damn well gets to.
I am at my grandmother's house for 2 nights and I forgot to bring the disc for Angelique Etoile. Woe is me (like I really need to play that game again). I intend to show my grandmother how to do searches for baby animals on google for entertainment, and, if it's not too uppity, to start making noises about curry. This is the grandmother that likes to feed me, see, so every time we come over she has FOOOOOD for me. This time, though, the food was lambchops, and like, I can eat those, but that's kind of towards the middle of my food list. So if I teach her to make curry, I will have a neverending parade of curry and/or indian food thrown at me when I come over here. Grandmothers are so very useful.
For my reference---yes, not for you, I just want to remember because it excites me---they said "alchemy" on X-Files, YAY, and I never mentioned the Hiroshima memorial oh yes.
My Japanese teacher performed at a memorial thing for Hirosima-Nagasaki at Old South Church last Sunday. The church was 1. very hot and stuffy and 2. excruciatingly pretty. The presentation itself was conducted by a painter chick who went to Hiroshima and discovered that people died and it was sad. No, she didn't strike me as being too bright. She painted better than she talked, and she talked a lot. The highlight of the weirdness was when her and one of the other performers held these...masks...over their faces and made moaning sobbing noises like...bomb victims, apparently. The rest of the performers, which included a woman who sang with a really deep interesting voice, a celloist and a guitarist that were so good I wanted to cry, and Minori, who sure can dance, were all awesome. (Besides Minori, my personal favorite was the cello. It was good.)
Anyway, the painter chick kept talking about how some kind of "alchemy" transformed all her FEEHEELINGS into funny paintings. She said alchemy a bunch of times. WWII! Edward Elric trying to stop bad things! And where is that FMA amusement park thing again? (When did it open?) So maybe she's an FMA fan, but when I stop to think about it, that just gives a bad reputation to yet another subset of the population that I am also a part of. (Read: she's already annoyed the artiste, American, and Japanophile in me.)
EDIT: PS, I'm eating here tomorrow. Yeah, I know, a fancy restaurant. In Connecticut. *snickers* I am jaded because I think Indian, especially nice Indian, is way, way, way the fuck out of the question in this area. But if Grandma wants to take me and my ma there, she damn well gets to.
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*drools over menu*
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Okay, that's done with. Now for more gustatory geeking--they have CALVADOS sauce for their pork! XDD *I* had an idea for a Calvados-spiked Cider Reduction to glaze my Garlic-and-Scallion-Rubbed Porchetta.
I've always wanted to have real wiener schnitzel ever since I read the article in Food & Wine. They pound the veal w/ a mallet into a thin slice bigger than your dinner plate. They then flour and bread it w/ crumbs and fry it in a 50/50 mixture of vegetable oil and lard. This is basically the European roots from which tonkatsu was derived.
Oh, and Trout au Bleu! It's like--classy, French boiling. Classic bistro cuisine. In a solution of one part vinegar and three parts water, you boil the trout for five minutes in the water and serve it with drawn butter, potatoes, chopped parsley. The vinegar in the water turns the trout skin a brilliant blue, thus "au Bleu"; it also brings out the natural flavor of the meat. This is also the most direct way to experience the flavor of trout without succumbing to the island barbarism of eating it raw. Maybe if you try it, it will civilize you. >: ]
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