2011-Feb-16, Wednesday

Yakigaki!

2011-Feb-16, Wednesday 00:43
dorchadas: (Zombies together!)
Not much to say about Valentine's Day itself. [personal profile] schoolpsychnerd and I went out to Michizure, the local slightly upscale restaurant. I suspect that it's also a hotel, since the building is huge and only the lower part is ever used for eating (it also seems to be empty all the time, so I have no idea how they make their money). I have to give them props for having some food that, when I ordered it 激辛 actually was "very spicy." They asked me if I would be okay when I ordered it, and then they brought out a huge glass of water with it. I actually probably should have just gotten it at regular level, because the extreme spicy drowned out any other flavor that it had--just sesame and burning. I'll have to try tantanmen at another time.

Last weekend, we spent most of it in Hiroshima City, except for the part we spent on Miyajima for the Oyster Festival. The festival was pretty small--mostly just selling food, which I suppose is in character for a festival about oysters. There was kagura as well, but we didn't stay to watch. What we did do, though, was eat. I had probably the best soup I have ever had there from one of the stalls. It was kind of like egg-drop soup, but apparently made using oyster-flavored soy sauce and with green onions (heh. The initial urge there is to type ネギ (negi). Just like I'll probably call bok choy 白菜(hakusai) for the rest of my life). We even got a packet of the soy sauce to try ourselves, so maybe I'll see if I can replicate it.

Other than that, we had oyster okonomiyaki, oysters in a garlic sauce, and [personal profile] schoolpsychnerd had some oyster croquets. We did not, contrary to the post title, have any fried oysters. I just included it because it's an awesome word.

I also went to two gaijin bars in two nights, which is more than I usually go to in a year. The drinks were tasty, though, and not watered down like the karaoke places do during 飲み放題 (nomihoudai, "All you can drink") specials.

I just watched an article about Supper Clubs in Paris that was actually pretty inspiring. It makes me want to open a supper club when we move back to America. It wouldn't work here, obviously, because of spread-out nature of things and the rural area (it might work if we lived in the city), but since every university [personal profile] schoolpsychnerd is looking at is in a major city, there will be plenty of people around. It'd be a nice way to meet people and keep me from descending into total moody hermit-dom.

*Sigh* There aren't enough hours in the day to study Japanese, work on my writing, keep up on the articles I read through RSS, eat, spend time with my wife, sleep, etc., and this is me without a job. I can only imagine how I'll fit things in when I go back.
dorchadas: (Death Goth)
So, my brain had a pattern recognition error last night.

I went up to bed, replaced the towel on the drying rack with the new one (we can't leave the towels downstairs, because they get wetter during the day than leaving them there overnight will dry) and moved the other one to the other side, piling it on top the bar on the rack. I turned around to take my shirt off, and when I turned back, there was a girl standing there with her hair over her face, reaching out for me. I took a step backward and raised my hand to ward off whatever it was...and then my brain reprocessed its input and resolved the "girl" into the clothes hanging from the rack and a vaguely-head-and-hair-shaped towel on top.

Once my heart started beating correctly again, I was able to appreciate it as a neurological lesson, especially since it reconfigured itself from J-horror ghost to unwisely arranged clothing before my eyes. For a moment there, though, I thought I was doomed. :p