A Long Day's Journal Into Night

A Second Very Good Start For Apparently The First Good Start Was Not Very Good Indeed

It has lately come to my attention that if I wish to beef-up the readership of this blog, I might want to add more to my "Hey there, hi there, ho there." People: It was just a starting point and believe you me, you are in for a v. interesting read! Proabably not tonight, but some day soon.

So... I was in Borders today and I saw this book called something like, "The Little Guide to Cookies." And besides making me very hungry, it made me want a kitchen again. Yummy highlights from the book were, Pistachio Crusted Shortbread, Espresso Meringue Drops, and Apricot Coconut Squares. I must reiterate: YUMMM!

In other news I went to K-Town (that's Korea Town for non-Angelites) for dinner last night. The restaurant we went to is called a Tofu Bowl restaurant, where they bring you out a pot steaming and full of Tofu and other stuff (meat and veggies I guess...). This is one of the few forms of Tofu that I can stomach. When the pot is still bubbling you crack an egg in it and stir the egg in so it cooks right in front of you. You also get little bowls of sides. My favorite side is the fish cakes.

Most Asians seem amazed that I can even hold chopsticks (though shakily of course). One time however I did make the faux pas of pushing the sticks into a bowl of rice, like twin totem poles on snowy hill. It seemed a conveniant place to rest the chopsticks while I drank some tea. I was hurriedly asked to remove the offending totem poles as such a gesture indicates that the food is for the dead. I was not sure if I was being offensive to myself, me dinner mates, or the people who made my food, but I guess it was v. bad.

So the moral of today's story is: lay your chopsticks across the bowl in bridge, not totem, fashion. Oh and send Katie cookies.