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Jan. 25th, 2008 08:24 pmWhat do you think happened Wednesday morning in Tokyo? It SNOWED! *falls over twitching* Heavy, wet snow to be sure, but SNOW! I managed a couple of pictures before the few millimetres that had managed to accumulate on the ground melted.
This morning, I woke up with Ace of Bass's Don't Turn Around stuck in my head, for no earthly reason I can come up with, since I haven't heard it in years. Thankfully, it didn't last long, as my humming it turned into The Sign when I couldn't remember the tune of the couplets, and then I got out of bed and hurried into my cold bathroom and forgot about singing altogether.
I'm unreasonably fascinated by the story of the 300-year-old stew. I can't even remember where I heard it, or read it, nor do I know whether it's truth or fiction, or as which one it was presented to me. Anyway, the point of the story was that somewhere in England, a popular inn served the same stew for 300 years -- that is, it was actually the same stew, in that the pot was never washed; it just hung over the fire and meat and vegetables were constantly added. I guess they had people coming in for a meal at all hours of the day, and I've always wondered about the chances of a piece of turnip, say, avoiding the ladle for years and years and finally being consumed by a traveller oblivious to the fact that he's just swallowed something far older than he is.
Has anyone else heard this story? I'm fairly sure I didn't just dream it up, but I can't for the life of me recall where it's from. At any rate, I'm going for three-week-stew to start with, unless I manage to burn it too much. It's not my fault, I learned to cook on slow electric stroves! Gas is too fast for me!
Today, I went to the Tokyo Quilt Show. Expect (a whole lot of) photos on Travelpod come Monday.
*heads off to add some substance to her stew*
This morning, I woke up with Ace of Bass's Don't Turn Around stuck in my head, for no earthly reason I can come up with, since I haven't heard it in years. Thankfully, it didn't last long, as my humming it turned into The Sign when I couldn't remember the tune of the couplets, and then I got out of bed and hurried into my cold bathroom and forgot about singing altogether.
I'm unreasonably fascinated by the story of the 300-year-old stew. I can't even remember where I heard it, or read it, nor do I know whether it's truth or fiction, or as which one it was presented to me. Anyway, the point of the story was that somewhere in England, a popular inn served the same stew for 300 years -- that is, it was actually the same stew, in that the pot was never washed; it just hung over the fire and meat and vegetables were constantly added. I guess they had people coming in for a meal at all hours of the day, and I've always wondered about the chances of a piece of turnip, say, avoiding the ladle for years and years and finally being consumed by a traveller oblivious to the fact that he's just swallowed something far older than he is.
Has anyone else heard this story? I'm fairly sure I didn't just dream it up, but I can't for the life of me recall where it's from. At any rate, I'm going for three-week-stew to start with, unless I manage to burn it too much. It's not my fault, I learned to cook on slow electric stroves! Gas is too fast for me!
Today, I went to the Tokyo Quilt Show. Expect (a whole lot of) photos on Travelpod come Monday.
*heads off to add some substance to her stew*
Condimentality
Feb. 12th, 2007 02:15 pmWere I forced to bestow the title of Best Condiment, I would probably choose ketchup out of lifelong loyalty. It was, after all, a major part of my nutrition when I was growing up and one of the first food items I moved into my new apartment. However, I must admit to being most partial to mayonnaise, especially the Japanese variety. Not too creamy, not too strong, not too salty, just right for tomato sandwiches.
Today I'm experimenting for the first time with my washing machine. I recognise some of the characters on it, but I'm still not quite sure whether to read it right to left, as Japanese normally is, or left to right, as it is sometimes printed on various items, so I don't know if I chose the long cycle or the short one. I'm pretty sure it's the long one, because the button at the opposite end seems to say "quick", but I guess I'll find out when the machine stops making funny sloshing sounds. There are different combinations of cycles to choose from as well, and I have no idea what they could be, so let's hope my socks come out all right!
*machine starts whirring*
Ooh, now that must be the spin cycle.
Today I'm experimenting for the first time with my washing machine. I recognise some of the characters on it, but I'm still not quite sure whether to read it right to left, as Japanese normally is, or left to right, as it is sometimes printed on various items, so I don't know if I chose the long cycle or the short one. I'm pretty sure it's the long one, because the button at the opposite end seems to say "quick", but I guess I'll find out when the machine stops making funny sloshing sounds. There are different combinations of cycles to choose from as well, and I have no idea what they could be, so let's hope my socks come out all right!
*machine starts whirring*
Ooh, now that must be the spin cycle.
