Did you just see Our Town, or something?
Yeah, Our Town. See, e.g., "Today I ate Lunch" post, "Today I Looked at Air Line Schedules" post, and "Chips & Planning Trips" post. A modern look at everday life in all its depressing glory. Our Town.
So I'm doing a little "richly timeless commentary on nothing less than the tragicomedy of human existence," so sue me.
You made me like your takeout place a lot more than I like Kaus. I think that's a sign that my patriotism is intact.
What is your usual?
Kaus is my takeout place! Haha!
Korean-style beef.
This is a good choice. I'm partial to Bulgoki. Although I have been known to like the Korean barbecue as well. ANd you should cheer up, it could be worse. SCTM could have thought you were channelling Willie Loman or some such.
And why do they want you? What is it that gives you this strange, crumpled desirability? Your job isn't special, your law degree isn't special, your soon-to-be-heritage-colours worker's cottage isn't special. It's your crap that's endearing. It's the basis of any relationship, way beyond even the choice of who wins on to whom. It's the crap that sustains things. The mutual vulnerability that comes from knowing each other's crap. How shallow would we be if we only felt things for people on account of their successes?
(I'd tell you the name of the book I got that from, but you don't like homework. And you couldn't find it anyway.)
is the above addressed to all of us? Some posters might like homework/ could locate the mystery book.
From a Korean-what place? With rice? In a sandwich? Naked? With sides? What's your stance on kim-chee?
It was addressed to Ogged. I seem to be re-reading a lot of Australian writer Nick Earls at the moment because the name of my blog is from a character in one of his books. The quote is from Zigzag Street, the story of a man suffering a long dry spell after his last relationship who finds himself getting takeout from his local Thai place every night, always by himself, always ordering the same thing. So no relevance or anything.
It's a good quote, strangely relevant to a conversation I had yesterday. There's so much I ought to read.
Ogged: Tell them you want Yang Gobchang-gui or Jangeo-gui.
Ask for the former in a Southern accent.
Eel was, in fact, what I asked for when they laughed. Mercifully, they don't serve tripe.
That's tripe and chitterlings. Seoul food. A taste treat to be avoided.
My Offspring-the-Chef*, who is Korean by birth, albeit ethnically confused [WASP mother, Jewish father, which means his favourite cuisine is Italian], makes a great Tubu Jigae and lovely Chapche. [Makes a terrible Kimche, tho'; not nearly hot enough.]
[* As opposed to Ben, my Quasi-Offspring-the-Grammarian.]
I'd like to see that family tree on parchment.
on parchment
That parchment thing is Chinese.
Didn't anyone ever tell you that WASPs, being a dying breed, are forced to steal infants from the Orient, dress them in bespoke onesies, and teach them how to use seven different forks at dinner?
can we have a thread where Standpipe and Editrix just go back and forth?
I've never consumed tripe, only produced it. What's it like?
Ogged, my love, oddly enough, my husband (you know who) and a certain lovely lady from Maine on her last visit to us cheerfully consumed a dish of tripe at a local tapas place, and appeared to enjoy every savory bite. I refrained from indulging in any, as it is just NASTY. I hear ya on the lunch regulars thing -but my regular place is closing for a month of remodelling, and I have no idea what to do with myself...so count your blessings already!
She eats tripe?! EBL's friend--let's call her The Goddess (since that's what I call her in real life anyway)--is the best woman ever, and I figure that anything she does must be ok. I've already rejiggered my beliefs about painted toenails because of her, but tripe? Damn. Do I really have to try tripe now?
Ogged, my love, oddly enough, my husband....
It's like some misbegotten opening to a Bizarro-World Lolita. More to the point, it makes it likely that EBL is probably deeply attractive, which troubles me to no end.
He was O, plain O, at the Mineshaft, standing six feet large in his chaps. He was Dawg doing laps. He was Ogged on the blog. He was Oggfrey on the dotted line. But in my arms he was always Ogglita.
Edits: "Oggfrey" to "Oggedfrey", "Ogglita" to "Logglita", and insert mad props to SCMTim.
Tripe is chewy. Not particularly flavorful, but adds something nice to pho. I haven't particularly liked it in other settings (e.g. french food--although I have enjoyed sweetbreads).
I can eat calf heart, roe, and foie gras (not like together in a salad, mind you). But kidney and brain are things I just haven't been able to get myself to try. Yet I like to think I'll try most anything that a person would actually want to eat.
Thread on weird foods consumed here, if you're curious.
I'd rather consume a biscuit conditional right here, than a thread on weird foods over there.
Kidney is chewy, not yucky at all.
Tripe, when I had it in Chinese food, had a very weird texture. I won't choose it again. In that way it is similar to lutefisk, except lutefisk also stinks.
I recently had an opportunity to eat fennel-dusted tripe, but passed it up in favor of beef cheeks. Mmmm.