On food
With the exception of Friday the 13th, I haven't eaten dinner for the last five days. My stomach has been lair to a family of blinded Orthodox mole rats embroidering talit in gold thread.
But the dinner I had on Friday the 13th bears blogging. At sushi I had seafood udon, and for all the shrimp I've eaten in my life, I've never once had the top end, head and all (no meat inside) included with the bowl. It was dicomforting so I left this big head on a side plate by the edge of the table and asked them to remove it.
The manager/owner whatever lady came by after a bit and she was holding a hardcover book about sushi.
"Can I show you an interesting picture?" she asked me. I complied and she showed me all sorts of pictures of shrimp, explaining that the hollowed out head was a garnish and it made the soup better. Well okay, if the proprietor with something to lose says so . . .
I can only describe what followed as a pleasant barrage of free stuff. We'd already been given some free appetizers. Then we got free tempura. Then we got free maki. Then we got free cookies. Then we got free fruit. I was starting to wonder if maybe the big shrimp head had been a mistake? Maybe something they worried I would call the health department over?
Someone enlighten me please. I'm not going to call the health dept. because I know that in food service mistakes happen. My stomach has been host to the squirrels' whirlyball tourney for the last five days but not because of the sushi. This I know and would bet good recipes on.* Does anyone else ever get the whole rest of the shrimp with stuff?
I want my body to be better in time for this weekend. The Stream is our choice for an idyllic long weekend. I feel like I'm spoiling myself since Coachella was only two weeks ago. I also feel like it's going to be too good to pass up. That being said, does anyone know what there is to do in Orangeville?
Notes
* bet good recipes on: Saturday night, in a friendly sort of wager with Tinsley, we bet our grandmothers' best recipes. I won. Gramma Tinsley, your pumpkin bread is mine.
Monday, May 16
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My bf's best bar story involving dinner with me and my family:
We are out have Chinese food - or food, as I call it - and we order a big steaming plate of whole, shell-on freshly boiled shrimp. And I mean, live one minute, boiled and served with soy dipping sauce the next.
Having never eaten whole shrimp before, John looks at it dubiously but thinks to himself, well, they've never lead me wrong before.
My father proceeds to instruct him on the fine art of eating this delicacy: pull off the head and suck the brains out, he says.
Okay, so John does that...and it was THE WORST THING HE HAD EVERY TASTED. This coming from a guy who didn't even flinch at the grinning black bean fish heads my parents plopped down in front of him one night!
As he reels from the taste of what he describes as "warm, slightly bland vomit", he notices a sticky orange-brown goo running down his arm.
Ooh, you got a pregnant one! I exclaimed.
He almost lost it at that point. To this very day, he still ends this story with "and let us never speak of it again."
I guess there are some things that some cultures just don't share, such as the appreciation for shrimp roe or animal brains. Then again, if I told you how hot dogs, relish and ketchup were made, you'd probably be off those too.
Or salad dressing for that matter. A girlfriend of mine used to work at a salad dressing factory--ever so much less glamorous than it sounds. A coworker, while mixing ingredients for low-fat salad dressing, spilled the concoction down her forearm. And said it felt like her skin was coming off.
We could go all day like this.
I like hot dogs.
I've had the tail end before when I was younger. I was informed by my deviuos father that the tail was edible.
Imagine trying to eat fingernails... you get some idea of what its like. Still, rather the tail than the head.
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