There’s a group of people at work who decided to have a Sushi Lunch Event! on Monday. I’m off next week and will have to miss it. Which stinks because I’ve been vocal lately to certain people that I’m amenable to hanging out and doing things within the organization. My own unit sucks the lifeforce from me so I’m looking for fun elsewhere. Anyway, with all the emails about sushi floating around I had to get a sampler from Fresh Market a little while ago. I just finished the last bit of wasabi and I love the way it burns. Yeah baby!
I’m hoping the better-half won’t see this post until after he decides to stop by the store and buy sushi for dinner tonight–hee.
As you can tell I’ve eaten lunch by myself today and that’s been great as the last two days have been a freaking nightmare about lunch so much so yesterday I said I’m not eating lunch. And that was freaking that. This whole let’s eat lunch together thing has taken on qualities that could be explored in an after school special. Scene: The girls at West Beverly must hang out together all the time and one day Brenda decides not to eat at the Peach Pit but at In-Out Burger. Bitchy comments fly and Brenda doesn’t get invited to go shopping. In the last five minutes of the show a reunion at the Pit brings everyone back together. Happily Ever After. Screen goes dark.
Oh dear lord. I don’t want to see that movie.
We went to a Japanese restaurant in town last spring. It’s a non-hibachi place which is good for us shell-fish-allergics. I went for one thing only, asparagus sushi with the most amazingly sinus clearing wasabi I’ve ever had. It worked wonders.