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Pass (on) the Soy Sauce
This is really, really disgusting and definitely sounds like a job for KIKKOMAN: By producing soy sauce from such raw materials, the producers were said able to cut costs by half. Workers employed at the plants, however, never bought soy sauce marked as “blended” on the packaging, because that usually meant that human hair was the basic material in the sauce. Chinese cost reduction at its best. Read the whole article. I, for one, love locally produced shoyu. I just bought a big sake bottle full of home-brewed stuff they sell at a local market. Cosmic Chowhound tip of the day: Keep soy sauce in the fridge as it prevents…
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Rap is Fucked
Hey, I know it’s a total fucking joke now, but I grew up with rap. LL Cool J’s Radio was the first cassette tape I remember buying. The Adventures of Slick Rick was the first CD I ever bought. So this headline makes me yearn for the days of Peter Piper and Paid in Full: Ice-T And David Hasselhoff Team Up For Rap Album Whatever happened to the hard line of, say, Six in the Morning? Rhyme Pays, indeed.
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Stench
I figured it was about time to really let you know my feelings about your bowels… There is definitely something wrong with them. Today I walked into the men’s restroom with no intention other than spraying down the urinal with golden love, but the smell emanating from your stall brought tears to my eyes. Tears, man – it was that bad. Just what the hell are you eating for breakfast? Besides onions and cheese, that is. Those were fairly obvious. Did I also detect a hint of garlic? I can’t be sure, because the stall next to you was also being used, and I’d never blame an innocent man for…
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Mer Bear
My little sis.
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THE PAOMNNEHAL PWEOR OF THE HMUAN MNID
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. (Hat tip to my dad for the e-mail)
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Glico Curry
Foil pouch type curry, retro design.
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nardical
One of the rites of passage in an Asian American household is fighting with your sibling for the eyeballs of the fish served up for dinner (assuming one large whole fish shared by the whole table, as opposed to smaller fish that provide eyeballs for each person). What I definitely do not remember is fighting over fish balls. Must be a SE Asian thing. Photo taken in the Thai Town area of LA.
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HIMAWARI
Ha! After those last posts, we need some happyhappyjoyjoy around here! LOOK AT THIS PIC! UNBEREAVABLE (Interestingly enough, this oft-heard-on-Jap-TV-pronunciation could be an actual word if spelled like this.)! Two words are the reason for my joy regarding this photo: No filters. And no, I am not referring to my work for tobacco companies. Although my phone does have photo editing capabilities, in fact it’s a virtual “Photoshop XLE” (sorry for the geek reference), I have not – to this point – employed any graphis filters or otherwise done any editing to the photos on this moblog. Mainly because it’s hard enough to get good photos as is. These photos…
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Phallic Awajishima
Stephanie, being French, immediately declared this warming dish phallic. “African chinchin” I believe she said. But in the presence of others in the big dining space at Miketsukuni, a minute from my house, we rephrased it to be a bit more PC. “Awajiesque.”
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Abuse
Someone is getting their ass kicked, and it ain’t the man of the house – or is it? All the characters and events portrayed in this post are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental, notwithstandingwhichhowever.
