Sushi!

Well, I started the cooking class last night. There were roughly thirty people signed up for it, most of them married ladies at least ten years my senior, but in all honesty that makes them easier to get along with. Nobody's got anything to prove. The instructor started off the class with sushi, since that's apparently what everyone thinks of first when they think Japanese (I think of gyozas and udon, but we've already established that I'm odd). It was a lot of fun, we made makizushi (sushi rolls) first, then inarizushi (stuffed pockets of fried tofu), and both of them were great. Once we were all done making, we sat down and let the soy and wasabi flow as we sampled our efforts. It was a lot of fun, and while I can't say I liked everyone I was sitting with, the conversation was interesting. The sushi was great too, we had so much left over that everyone was taking some home. Mom and Dad both liked it, so who knows, maybe I'll try making it again some day. Next time I want to try grilled ham, olives, and a bit of cream cheese in mine. Yes, I'm a heretic. Deal with it.

Next week - Miso, udon, and Japanese-style fried chicken!

A Thundrous 'Meh' Across the Land...

I find myself wondering if I should just can this thing. I don't have anything to say anymore. What there is in my head, I feel I have to play insanely close to my chest to keep my family from burning me at the stake. And it's not like anyone really wants to read rants about the toxicity of religion and American pop culture, at least not ones they could get better elsewhere.

Angela's home, and she's actually somewhat sane. How sane, only time will tell, but at least she's hit the ground running rather than spinning her wheels in a "whaddoIdonow" tizzy.

Starting a four-week class on Japanese cooking on Thursday night. Seemed like a good idea at the time, but I don't know anymore. I just don't know if I'm really willing to enjoy anything these days, there's so much emotional crap piled on me that I don't care enough to dislodge. Still, I haven't talked myself into withdrawing and getting my money back, and I doubt I'll manage that in time. So, I'll go and see if I can pretend to be someone else for a couple hours.

The weather seems to be custom-ordered for my mood. It's dreary and cold at night, and dismal and meltish during the day.

Bleh.