Here’s some random sushi pictures that have been hiding out on my computer for a couple of years. I’m sharing these because I love sushi and I love the presentation of the plates. These chefs really know what they are doing. I believe all of these were taken at the Osaka in Roseville.
Okay, this one’s not food related, but I think it’s really fun.
One of my favorite genres of literature is science fiction. There is a special place in my heart for the 1950’s Sci-Fi writing (commonly referred to as the Golden Age of Science Fiction) and the artwork that goes along with it. Both the writing and the artwork were based on science, but at that time, we knew so little about space travel, a lot of imagination had to be thrown in. It ended up being a wonderful, if not campy at times, blend of easy and entertaining reading. The fondness for this style of Sci-Fi has stuck with me since I read my first Asimov book (The Naked Sun, if I remember correctly). In fact, I’m only 1 of 2 people that I know that actually enjoyed the movie Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow. The terrible acting and bad CG just made it that much more enjoyable because it fit in with my notion of the pulp Sci-Fi that the story comes from.
So, you can imagine that I was giddy as a school girl when I found the Pulp-O-Mizer! It allows you to create your own cover of a Sci-Fi pulp rag. So I naturally had to make my own.
Because I was at a friend’s bachelor all day yesterday, I thought this would be apropos:
Americans walk an average of 730 miles per year and drink an average of 20.5 gallons of beer per year. Which means that the average American gets 35.5 miles to the gallon.
A couple of unique beers I’ve had recently (not yesterday):
Last weekend Lindz, Dave (who was up from Rochester for the day), and I drove around our little corner of the Twin Cities doing some window shopping, and just to keep things interesting, some actual purchases were made. As everyone knows, shopping makes you hungry, which is why we ended up at Baker’s Square. I was flipping through the menu trying to figure out if I was going to go with my stand-by order (chicken fried steak) or try something else. A little red box that said “NEW!” caught my attention. It was the Nacho Cheeseburger. A burger with nacho toppings? What potential bliss could this be?
Much like how the book is always better than the movie, I could do a better nacho burger at home. But having said that, I would get this guy again.
Not a whole lot to this post. Snow crab was on sale. Purchased a bag. Brought it home. Steamed it. Ate it. Everyone was happy.
A couple of months ago I had a free weekend, so I decided to head north to visit the fam. Specifically, to visit Grandma. She gets lonely sitting in the nursing home even though Mom and everyone else tries to pop in on her as often as they can. If I’m away too long, Grandma starts to bug Mom about whether I’ve called or not. So, it just makes everyone’s life easier when Grandma is happy. I don’t mind though, she keeps me on my toes.
Unfortunately, Lindz wasn’t available for this trip (Grandma wasn’t happy about this, she likes it when Lindz visits). But just to let Lindz know what she was missing out on (food-wise, that is), I sent her a picture of a snack I cobbled together out of the fridge.
Lindz was amused, she sent back a picture of pizza rolls and juice and told me that I was missing out. Although, I did get the impression that she didn’t feel like she was missing out on anything with my snack.