A discourse on Japanese food
It was the smell of the pickled ginger that did it for me... I never was fond of pickled ginger.
I finished my research paper and trotted it lovingly down to my English teacher who had used her magic powers to disappear without a trace or an excuse. We don't know where she is. BUT --- our papers are turned in and we will all rest well.... when the next research paper is finished. SCADS... is it legal to ask this much of a student?
But as I was saying... pickled ginger. It's something they eat a good deal of in Japan. I was introduced to a whole slew of Japanese food by Nako. Therefore it was with great knowledge and competence that I made my way into the Japanese restraunt the other day for to eat me some sushi. I was all over those chop sticks like green on broccoli! I had wusabi and sushi and this other strange stuff that looked like rabbit turds.... and probably was rabbit turds... and PICKLED GINGER. May I just say that wusabi is not guacamoli!!!!!! Though it be green and creamy with the occasional lump of unmashedness in its midst... it is most certainly not guacamoli (which I can't spell). It is actually more like the greatgrandfather of horseradish. More pure bloodlines and much stronger sinus clearing capacity. Yeow. Pickled Ginger, on the other hand, is like no nothing I've ever put in my mouth before. Bleeeeeaaaaaaahhhh........ that's the sound of me breathing out heavily to extricate the potent flavors that are threding their way maliciously through my nose and mouth. Beware. This is all I can say to you, oh thoughtless adventurer!
You guys wanna go on a sushi adventure with me? We could have a jolly good time. It's so fun to try new outrageous foods.
Also --- Brian ate a whole plate of chicken fried rice not knowing that he would be snookered into working out with us later. Let us just say that we discovered that you do not chew rice... you just swallow it whole... and then it expands and becomes very nasty while it is in your stomach... Eww. Puke.
YAY FOR JAPANESE FOOD!!
I finished my research paper and trotted it lovingly down to my English teacher who had used her magic powers to disappear without a trace or an excuse. We don't know where she is. BUT --- our papers are turned in and we will all rest well.... when the next research paper is finished. SCADS... is it legal to ask this much of a student?
But as I was saying... pickled ginger. It's something they eat a good deal of in Japan. I was introduced to a whole slew of Japanese food by Nako. Therefore it was with great knowledge and competence that I made my way into the Japanese restraunt the other day for to eat me some sushi. I was all over those chop sticks like green on broccoli! I had wusabi and sushi and this other strange stuff that looked like rabbit turds.... and probably was rabbit turds... and PICKLED GINGER. May I just say that wusabi is not guacamoli!!!!!! Though it be green and creamy with the occasional lump of unmashedness in its midst... it is most certainly not guacamoli (which I can't spell). It is actually more like the greatgrandfather of horseradish. More pure bloodlines and much stronger sinus clearing capacity. Yeow. Pickled Ginger, on the other hand, is like no nothing I've ever put in my mouth before. Bleeeeeaaaaaaahhhh........ that's the sound of me breathing out heavily to extricate the potent flavors that are threding their way maliciously through my nose and mouth. Beware. This is all I can say to you, oh thoughtless adventurer!
You guys wanna go on a sushi adventure with me? We could have a jolly good time. It's so fun to try new outrageous foods.
Also --- Brian ate a whole plate of chicken fried rice not knowing that he would be snookered into working out with us later. Let us just say that we discovered that you do not chew rice... you just swallow it whole... and then it expands and becomes very nasty while it is in your stomach... Eww. Puke.
YAY FOR JAPANESE FOOD!!