I just wish that I would have discovered Pilates earlier in life. Hard as Hell to do well. But so worth all the work over the years. Thanks Ann Archer.
Wherever I am, Uber makes my life easier. It’s just a better way to get around. Period. Especially after dark.
I can almost guarantee that this recipe came out of the Charlotte Observer. Let me be more specific: The Sunday Charlotte Observer. You see, my father preferred to not go to church on Sunday. Instead, he’d sit at the kitchen table and clip coupons and various recipes out of the Food Section. When we’d get home from church, the recipes would be held under a yellow flower magnet on the refrigerator.
We would have this when the neighborhood had a block party. I could eat them while riding my bike! Rice Krispies in their highest evolutionary form.
Ah, the days when canned fruit, marshmallows, and egg yolks meant salad. Without a single person batting an eye. We only had this when Mom wanted to be fancy and show off to guests. Sometimes she’d make it for her bridge club.
My aunt grew up in a missionary family in Japan. So, as a family, we anointed her the master of all foods that “might be considered Asian.” This was her recipe. I think the clincher that makes the dish feel authentically Asian is the potato chip accompaniment.
If there’s something better to put on a sandwich, I’ve yet to find it. Nearly perfect. I probably have 3 jars in my cupboard that I’ve bought at the store because of a deep seated fear of running out.
Going to an anime convention with your daughter sounded like, you know, simple family fun. She’s into it; I get that. But I had no clue that SO many people are into it. Must have been 3000 people. In Raleigh! And a good 90 percent were dressed up. Wow. Addison quickly bought a hat so that she’d fit in. I, gratefully, was wearing Japanese running shoes. Not that the shoes made me really fit in…
When I say dressed up, I mean full on costumes. People in groups. Individuals. There was even a dog dressed up.
And it was all types of people. Good thing it was a-ok to stare. More than that – expected.
You could buy art. And you could buy swords that were 6 feet tall for your costume. There was manga and t-shirts and posters and, well, almost anything that you could imagine. My daughter absolutely freaked over the Japanese candy counter. She has a thing for these cookie type things shaped like straws called Pocky. And they had GIANT Pocky. It made her dizzy.
I just tried to stay close to her. By myself, I’m sure that I looked rather sketchy. Anime has this rather awkward sexuality about it that can only be described as ‘naïve school girl.’ A guy my age wandering the convention – all by himself – could look rather predatory. Luckily my daughter looks a lot like me.
There was a dance that night that I wished I could have seen. A Japanimation costume ball. What was the music like? But we had to get home to dinner. My daughter got three posters and the aforementioned hat.