food

i cook. a lot. yet, somehow, i ended up with an apartment whose kitchen looks like this: yeah, it's smaller than my best friend's winnabego. but i still cook. i once made a three course turkey dinner in this thing. and the stove only has two settings, no less. 325 degrees, or off.




i made cajun catfish. 'cause if you're cooking catfish it better well be spicy enough to kill a small animal. i swear i would have thrown in an enitre bottle of chinese chili oil if my prospect of having tongue pain for two weeks hadn't stopped me.




ironically, i used to hate spicy food. it wasn't until i started living in china last year that it was sink or swim, and by the end of my exchange at beijing normal university (no, not referring to the sanity of the students- "normal" is an old word for a teacher's college) i had grown to love my share of kung pao (although fried jiro baozi were still my favorite, and those things are bland).

i think i'll stop now and eat. it's almost eight, anyway, and i want to get my game on (.hack, baby!) before death note airs at midnight. and be quiet about sub versus dub- i think the industry's gotten a lot better about it since the anime boom a few years ago.

pax,
division-ten