Beware the Jabberwock

I ate fugu (puffer fish).  It was depressingly anticlimactic—the taste simply wasn’t sublime enough for me to understand why someone might risk their lives to eat it.  Where did we get it?  You might ask.  

The internet, friends, the internet.

Beautiful bread.

It Liiiiiiiives

Hi Friends, been a while, hasn’t it?  I excuse myself by telling you that I have been so busy that my sole life priority has been sleep.  (Even over eating, which is a first for me.)  However, Golden Week (a three day weekend and a four day weekend congruently) is here, and I may actually have time to something other than eat crackers and frantically rush from place to place.  Like tell you about some of the cool stuff I’ve been up to.

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If you can correctly pronounce every word in this poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native English speakers in the world. After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud. Try them yourself.

crimsun:

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Apparently All I Do Is Eat.

Judging by the last few blog posts, you’d think I do nothing but flop around in my kitchen making food and then eating it.  This is not so!  Sometimes I leave my house and eat things.  Back at the beginning of February, I went with some friends to Sapporo, Hokkaido to see the 雪祭り (ゆきまつり; snow festival).  It was great, I really enjoyed myself, and now I present you with a photo essay of my journey!

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Chocolate Bread Pudding.

Baking now.

My Momma’s Texas Chili!

(I even found and cooked the beans myself—a journey of discovery and excitement!)

Bread, bread, and more bread!

Homemade Potato Soup!