...and a wakeup (more or less)!
Dec. 15th, 2005 08:21 amThe larder here at in my lair at the TownSuites is running light, which is good, as I prepare to leave tomorrow. Unfortunately, the only thing left is something called "boudin," which is a sausage that looks to be mostly rice with a few bits of meat. The packaging proudly pronounces the contents to be a "rice, pork, and pork liver product" (how positively appealing... yum!... kinda like describing aged ribeye as "partially putrefied striated bovine muscle tissue"), and in any event I've cut up and fried the remaining sausage together with the last two eggs, and slathered the lot in taco sauce, to be on the safe side.
Most of the food bought from the neighboring HEB market has been remarkably lacking in taste. The soft green interiors of the avocados I bought frankly tasted like sheet rock mud, the cherries only hinted at what a cherry might taste like, and when I ate the first boudin sausage the other day, I felt it definitely combined the best gastronomic features of pork liver and sawdust, but maybe that's the way it's supposed to taste, I don't know.
Apropos of food this trip, I'd give full marks to the Tokyo Bowl for their excellent sushi and especially the "cici" roll that I became acquainted with during this go-around. It's amazing how much business flows through that place, which has a dining area measuring about 20 feet on a side.
I went to sleep yesterday at a little after noon and slept fairly well until nearly 9 pm, which made for a yawn-free night and a so-far yawn-free morning. I shall probably go for a walk around the neighborhood to let the eggs-and-boudin settle and then probably go catch up with email, etc. before hitting the hay. Soon, it'll be time to (mentally) cue up a song that's been bouncing around in my mind ever since I heard Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald a little while ago, to wit, my 2002 takeoff on Lightfoot's Alberta Bound.
Cheers...
Most of the food bought from the neighboring HEB market has been remarkably lacking in taste. The soft green interiors of the avocados I bought frankly tasted like sheet rock mud, the cherries only hinted at what a cherry might taste like, and when I ate the first boudin sausage the other day, I felt it definitely combined the best gastronomic features of pork liver and sawdust, but maybe that's the way it's supposed to taste, I don't know.
Apropos of food this trip, I'd give full marks to the Tokyo Bowl for their excellent sushi and especially the "cici" roll that I became acquainted with during this go-around. It's amazing how much business flows through that place, which has a dining area measuring about 20 feet on a side.
I went to sleep yesterday at a little after noon and slept fairly well until nearly 9 pm, which made for a yawn-free night and a so-far yawn-free morning. I shall probably go for a walk around the neighborhood to let the eggs-and-boudin settle and then probably go catch up with email, etc. before hitting the hay. Soon, it'll be time to (mentally) cue up a song that's been bouncing around in my mind ever since I heard Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald a little while ago, to wit, my 2002 takeoff on Lightfoot's Alberta Bound.
Cheers...