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Cocktail de printemps
This morning, I kept to the north side of the street so I could closely scrutinise the south-facing lawns for sprouting bulbs. And, sure enough, I saw shoots not only from the daffodils but also tulips and iris. FOOLS! YOU SHALL BE PUNISHED FOR YOUR IMPUDENCE! There's still a resistant pack of pitted ice on clinging to beech, but our property is certified 100% ice-and-snow-free for the first time since late December (due to a freakish Christmastime warm-up).
As I left for lunch, the sun was beating down and I could've comfortably worn shorts. It was too warm for soup, so I dined on torikatsu with a bonus side of something Hera described as "like caviar, but different part of the fish". After I'd tasted a few spicy chewy bits, Jay came by and said, "대문씨, it's pollack tripe!" (a.k.a. 창란젓). Later, he informed me that this was a delicacy foreign to all but Koreans and Japanese, as was pollack gills, which are supposedly pleasantly chewy
He asked me to savour the outdoor weather for him, but the wind must've changed while I was finishing off my kimchi and mandoo, because it was noticeably chillier when I headed back.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu reported that it was still extremely warm in the West Loop around 2 p.m., so I'm ascribing the chilliness to lake effect. The weather report promises nothing but rain for the weekend, so I suppose it's just as well that monshu will be inside preparing tax documents and I've got something like six hours of O'Neill at the Goodman.
Jesus Christ, that Attention went straight to my head! That'll teach me to down a cocktail before hors d'œuvres! Last time I made one, allmonshu could taste was the pastis, so I reduced that component by more than half this time and ended up with a more balanced, complex drink. It works pretty well tall, which is a definite plus for a lightweight like me.
As I left for lunch, the sun was beating down and I could've comfortably worn shorts. It was too warm for soup, so I dined on torikatsu with a bonus side of something Hera described as "like caviar, but different part of the fish". After I'd tasted a few spicy chewy bits, Jay came by and said, "대문씨, it's pollack tripe!" (a.k.a. 창란젓). Later, he informed me that this was a delicacy foreign to all but Koreans and Japanese, as was pollack gills, which are supposedly pleasantly chewy
He asked me to savour the outdoor weather for him, but the wind must've changed while I was finishing off my kimchi and mandoo, because it was noticeably chillier when I headed back.
monshu reported that it was still extremely warm in the West Loop around 2 p.m., so I'm ascribing the chilliness to lake effect. The weather report promises nothing but rain for the weekend, so I suppose it's just as well that monshu will be inside preparing tax documents and I've got something like six hours of O'Neill at the Goodman.Jesus Christ, that Attention went straight to my head! That'll teach me to down a cocktail before hors d'œuvres! Last time I made one, all
monshu could taste was the pastis, so I reduced that component by more than half this time and ended up with a more balanced, complex drink. It works pretty well tall, which is a definite plus for a lightweight like me.
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