Confession#1: for the past two days, I keep meaning to write a new short story. Only to stare at the blank notebook paper all day. Confession #2: When I do write, I write nothing but male/male lemons. They are the only thing that even remotely inspires me anymore. I would be lying if I said that I was ashamed. Confession #3: A grandfather figure had passed just a couple of weeks ago, and all I could think was "Finally." And proceeded to feel nothing. I hadn't been on speaking terms with him since Grandma's death six years ago, when he isolated himself from the rest of the family anyway. I don't know if this makes me bad or what. Which brings me to my next confession. Confession #4: I am becoming increasingly more desensitized to death of family members lately. I don't know what's up. Confession #5: Alternatively, when I do pick up the pen, I write much better now that I'm acknowledging my painful history and applying it to my writing. Confession #6: I spend more lurking here than posting. I meant to share my writing when I joined, but I grew uncomfortable with the idea and feel like I have nothing to contribute to conversations. Something that I have to work on. Confession #7: I am not drunk. Just feeling chatty, I guess.
I just cleaned up my old 18in bar blacklight. Now I can make things look more sexy, or more rave (IDK having a fail to adult moment.)
I engage in food guarding behavior, but at a human level. I come from one of the classic "My Big Fat (insert foodie culture) Life" cultures, so food is a dominant topic. I detest having my plate inspected. I wait until everyone has served themselves and then go last because I am filled with a teeth-baring rage when someone inspects my plate to say things like "is that all you're eating?" or "you didn't get any of the potato salad" or pretty much anything else. Also, I do NOT plate-share. If you're that person who's like "We can all order something different and then share", now you know why I always have some excuse as to why I can never meet up with the crew at Chilis.
No, I think I could do that. But... once it's on my plate, it's mine. Don't look at it, don't talk about it, just pretend it's not there.
You just gave me an idea for a comedy... The jaded wife and mistress ganging up together to take revenge! I seem to think there's a film with that exact premise, but I don't remember the title or if I haven't just made this up myself lol.
You would hate to eat with me then I can blame it on my culture, of course - sharing and serving each other is pretty norm amongst the Chinese. But I also just love to try a bit of everything. Dim sum and tapas both follow this principle and I love it. Anyway... I'll just leave this here:
Its been done a lot - I can't remember where (and don't do what i just did and google wife and mistress, film .... porn, lots and lots of porn )
cool so like meat fondue (or whatever you call that thing where you have the pot of oil in the middle of table and you did steak into it on skewers)
I don't think I ever saw that episode. I was never a huge F.R.I.E.N.D.S fan, but yeah, everything he said.
Pretty much, charcoal or gas grill in the middle instead of oil, but everyone cooks on the same central area and grabs what they want when they reckon it's ready.
And "meat fondue" is called kushiage or kushikatsu in Japanese. (kushi means skewer, age is deep fry, katsu is from "cutlet", which is a popular thing to keep fry). Kushiya Monogatari is a restaurant chain, for about $30 bucks, you get 70 minutes all you can eat, all you can drink (yes, alcohol). The food is served buffet style: and you cook it in the fryer at your table. They provide bowls of batter and panko bread crumbs, dip and fry, dip and fry: Of course, all-you-can drink and deep fryers are bad news, but the waitstaff are incredible. Someone (not me) managed to knock a drink into the fryer once, and just as the bubbling noise started, three servers appeared out of nowhere with big handfuls of disposable wooden chopsticks to put into the oil. Wood, it seems, is quite a heatsink. I haven't seen anyone move that fast since boot camp.
sounds good to me. when i was a trainee paramedic I once saw an incident where someone had knocked over an oil fondue and received most of the boiling oil in his lap (in the UK its generally a pot sat on a burner)..... messy, very messy
I download shows from other countries to which I'm probably, technically not supposed to have access as an act of rebellion against the American Propaganda Overlords who don't want us to know the different ways other people live and are perfectly happy living, if not happier! I revel every time the NHS gets mentioned in Coronation Street. Shows from Australia are particularly delish. I'm not apologising for it. It's the only way a Yank can get an unfiltered whiff of the Outer World.
No, I’m serious. If you want to get legalistic about it, Brits pay a fee for their version of network TV. You get a “viewing license” (I’m probably calling it the wrong term, but that’s the gist). Without one, one really shouldn’t be allowed to watch their programming that we don’t import and broadcast via our own services. I’ve tried forever to get genuinely licensed BBC TV because the BVI are within spitting distance of Puerto Rico, but no dice.
I don't have a thing about plate inspection at all, but really. Why does anybody think it's okay to grab food off somebody else's plate? I would NEVER think of doing that. Ever. I might be guilty of mentioning something missing from somebody's plate though ...if I thought they didn't get any but maybe wanted some. I wouldn't remark on what people eat or don't eat. That's their business. I'm a plate cleaner myself, so I don't have many people asking me why I left something, because I rarely do. If I do, though, it's because I'm stuffed to the gunnels, and I'll just say ...that's enough for me—I haven't got room for any more. Agreeing to share food? I'm slightly not okay with that either, unless it's parceled out at the start, using clean cutlery. I'm not pleased with the idea of everybody digging into the same platter of food. I understand that's the done thing in some cultures, so I could do it if I had to. But it's not my preferred method of eating. If I'm using a communal dip, I'm not terribly happy with that either. I guess the idea of sharing spit with just anybody doesn't appeal to me! (I love kissing, though ...with the right person! )
Okay, but we done the kissing. There's only one plate, and there's only one place my face wants to be with food on the plate, in the middle, so you and softie chops in Puero Rico, you can eat the salad. I want this cowside in my mouth and these are my teeth so keep away.
