Good Eatin'

Sometimes people ask me "What do you EAT over there?  Gross!  Is it all gross?  Ew, gross, is it all raw?  Is everything still moving?  Do you know, how many eyes has dragon?"  When I sit through all that patiently waiting for it to end, I say "I cook most of my own meals, so I eat whatever I want."

For example, those many many mini baby squid(s) I showed you a picture of have become dinner tonight.  Here's a picture of them before the final mixing.  Aren't they so cute, just sitting in a calm circle around a pile of vegetables and bacon?  Those teeny white spheres you see near the babies are their eyes, open wide in awe and wonder.  They're having a friendly conversation about how nice the weather was today.  They're really quite pleasant to be around and I have enjoyed living with them these past few days.

Here they are again, ready for eatin'.  I made this, and I made it before once and posted about it I think.  It's called "O-konomi-yaki" and it turned out delicious this time.  Those little babies lived such a noble life and will always be remembered as heroes.  The pig who gave his life to be the bacon, however, was not noble.  So I won't mention him here except for in the sentence titled "The pig who gave his life to be the bacon" and of course this sentence describing that one.





I was changing my bedclothes today and I saw the teeniest tiniest piece of lint on my sheets and had a panic attack and threw my sheets across the room and started beating the mattress with my comforter-smacker (a device used for cleaning--perhaps it'll make it into a future blog post) for a solid two minutes before I realized it was lint, all because of the thought of bugs that's been on my mind lately.

And now, if you don't want to be disgusted or freaked out for the rest of your life, I implore you not to read this irrational fear of mine involving bugs:  my newest fear is that one of those giant centipedes or gargantuan Japanese house spiders will make its way into a bag of chips or something and I'll accidentally touch it!  I actually would care far less about eating it if I never knew it was there, from start to finish.  But if I realize I'm holding one of those things...