It’s not even in my top 3 carbs, and yet… I’ve been craving it lately ![]()
World of Fallout starting to look pretty good, actually.
See if your local grocery store has “Mr. Yoshida’s Sauce” – it is so good on white rice. Here is some white rice (with Mr. Yoshida’s Sauce) paired with breaded beef liver. Really yummy meal!!
My grocery store stopped stocking it, so I have to order it off of ebay, Amazon or Walmart.com
Oh, I’m not lacking for sauces ![]()
I never cared much for plain white rice and used to say I could die happily without ever having it again.
But lately I’ve been enjoying its simplicity and… flavor.
Earlier this morning I had plans to ride my bicycle up to the grocery store in search of “clearance” items. Just as I was about to leave, the skies opened up and it rained buckets full.
So… I changed my plans and started doing some preliminary work on my 2025 income taxes.
I think I would have preferred to get rained on.
How many people are willing to believe a lie over their own eyes.
Someone needs to remember for me what I froze in an ice cube tray that kind of tastes like lemon juice. Pretty sure it’s not lemon juice, though. I have no reason to freeze lemon juice.
Do you have a practical joker with access to your freezer?
No would who would take that kind of risk. Am I…sleep-freezing???
Only one way to find out: make a cocktail with it.
That’s a good idea. I’ll do it tomorrow, when I’m not so exhausted from singing (in a short opera in Times Square, and yes, I lead an odd life) and marching (no explanation necessary, I trust).
Both activities practically scream for a lemony, refreshing drink, but maybe that’s just me.
I’m two cocktails in already. I’m not going to properly appreciate a third.
That makes sense.
Okay, my friend E reminds me that someone brought a bag of over-the-hill limes to my holiday brunch gathering and speculates that I probably froze the juice. Mystery solved!
Alanis: It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
Me: It’s like ten thousand knives and two forks when all you need is a spoon.
The cutlery box in the staff room at work today:
The beauty of the German language: my recent procedure is called Rotatorenmanschettenreparatur. The OG injury that required the repair?
SCHULTERECKGELENKSPRENGUNG.
Even better ![]()
The relief in knowing that my father is being discharged from the hospital after 48 hours and that this wasn’t anything too serious.
this is VERY good news!
Thank you!


