Friday, January 18, 2008

Special guest star - Josh

tomorrow we're driving back up to Burlington, where I grew up. I like driving because it avoids the timetables, security, and powerlessness of flying these days. I asked my mom to make sourmilk blueberry pancakes. It's something I've been thinking about for the last 9 years - there was this one restaurant in Chicago that I used to go to on occasion for Sunday brunch - somewhere around the top of the Magnificent Mile - I really can't remember where - but I think we'd eaten outside, and the out-door environment wasn't anything great. But those pancakes were really something ... So that's what I'm hoping for this weekend.

New kind of kung fu?

When they re-fill the lobster or crab tray at East, swarms of Chinese people 3-4 feet tall have already been waiting eagerly. It's a game of survival of the fittest, because it doesn't matter when you arrive. Once the food is there, these short Chinese ladies skilled in the art of seafood-fu swoop in from every angle, like right under my arm or across my face, to snag the goods. Even though I'm standing in a more strategic spot (stupidly assuming a policy of first come first serve) and I'm taller than them by a foot - I end up with no lobster on my plate. It's must be some kind of martial arts, because it happens so fast. The seafood tray is emptied in seconds. And then the next round of vultures gather around.
A brilliant solution came to me today. I'll bring my own serve ware. The serving spoon or tongs are the limiting factor as to how many aggressive midget Chinese women can get to the food. I know they feel no remorse about pushing me out of the way or grabbing a piece of crab right under or even between my tongs, but I wonder if they would have the audacity to take away my own serving spoon?

26 miles of eating

My mother normally abstains from eating large quantities of food unless we go to a Chinese buffet place like East in Flushing. Then she can down like 30 king crab legs in one sitting.
How is this possible? Eating this much without any practice or training? Why doesn't she throw up? Another tiny Asian lady, my mom's friend, also barely eats anything unless she meets a seafood buffet. We went to a New Year's gala in Thailand where there was an exotic assortment of seafood. She ate through many many plates. My mom remarked in all the 40 years of knowing her friend, she'd never seen her friend eat that much. Josh was worried she might throw up. Of course nothing happened. How come prior to the seafood gorging, she couldn't even eat one little plate of Pad Thai by herself? What's up with these tiny Asian ladies and seafood eating marathons?

I'm burning pretty brightly

I offered yet another New Year's resolution to my husband today - Work on not being grumpy in the morning. He generously let me off the hook - "Your plate is full." Thanks Josh! It really does take a lot of effort and concentration to stick to the ones I already have.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

My New Year's Resolutions

1. Think before I speak. (Be nicer to my husband)
2. Think before I buy. (Reduce returns and impulse buys)
3. Be more patient with everyone.
4. Be more organized and keep a neater house.

So far I'm doing great with #1 and have great plans underway with #2 and #4.
These resolutions are all toughies for me.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Don't Bite Green


Japanese lunch

While Beth's head is buried in a Scrabble board, I'm going to have to compensate by telling you what what I ate for lunch. Josh, a co-worker and I immensely enjoyed a lunch at Naniwa (46th between 5th and Madison). I kinda want to keep it a secret because it's busy enough but so few people read the blog anyway. The best time to go is lunch and lunch specials are the way to go. We had today's special: a smorgasbord of grilled hamachi, kamameshi, soba soup, salad, fruits and pickled vegetables, all for $11. They also serve really good popcorn tea. Yum! Prices increase tri-fold by dinner time and the clientele becomes mostly Japanese.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Help me young whippersnappers

For those 25 years and younger (mentally or otherwise), please suggest where I can get these trendified and possibly racy items (If I shopped at my regular venues, they would be old lady and very staid). It would be even better if these items are high quality and can last me more than a few wears. But the most important thing is looks.
1. Black low and high boots (preferably with rubber traction)
2. Low slung underwear (low rider in back and front, but don't want it in my butt and must be cotton - synthetics a big no!)
3. Skinny skinny pants and jeans (the tighter the better, but preferably low waisted so my gut can hang over and I can joyfully eat)

Tight lace dresses, fishnet stockings, here I come!

My mother reacts horribly when I suggest things to her like, why don't you wear a skirt? "I'm too old!" she exclaims. I really don't get it, I think she looks young, thin and fabulous; she can definitely carry most fashions off, if she was so inclined. I used to feel so sorry her and all the cultural taboos she created for herself. Then last night, as I lamented to my 21 year old cousin that I can't find skinny pants any where, she first suggested Express. I didn't miss a beat, I shrieked, "Express! I'm too old to wear Express!"
So I'm going to try to break any taboos that I didn't even know I had. I'll start by shopping in Express, Forever21 and any other suggestions you might have for me. My husband should stay out of this, as this could be too much fun for him.