This is the last night of Jiro Dreams of Sushi at the Crest. It's
pretty good, not great. The story is a little thin and I think he's rad
and his sushi looks amazing, but I actually don't admire the kind of
work ethic where you work a million hours a week and don't have time for
your family and don't know what to do with yourself when you're not
working. I can't relate! However, this preview made me cry and I CAN'T
WAIT to see this movie.
Skipper dropped off some sauerkraut. I had actually just bought a cheap, commercial jar right before this and the difference is night and day. The commercial stuff was so sour and flabby. Skipper's is crisp and complex. Just like him.
They tore down the Earl of Sandwich yesterday. RIP. I never ate there! Thank god H. Salt Esquire is going strong.
Corti meatload! Ha, look I wrote meatload instead of loaf. The unusual looking lady who works at the deli has a half-shaved, asymmetrical haircut right now. She found a style she liked and stuck with it. She's like the Peggy Moffat of the deli.
My spring garden is off the chain! Chard is really the flamingo of the vegetable world. Like my grammy used to say, "chard is just God showin' off". Then she'd wisely rock in her rocking chair and spit a stream of tobacco juice into the spitoon that was always at her feet. My special job was emptying the spitoon.
This guy was a stowaway in the bag. Even though snails are evil I dumped him outside. As my grammy used to say, "evil is as evil does". Then she'd cackle and take a puff of her corncob pipe.
I got my first favas! A huge bag of them compressed down into about a cup and a half of bright green beans. As my grammy used to say, "Fava beans, they're not fucking worth the trouble", then she'd fire up the ol' bong and let 'er rip.