Trying to turn Japanese

Starting a couple new consulting projects today. Whoring makes one tired. I wish I could spend the entire day in the kitchen instead. But I still have to pay for the kitchen. Sigh. This also means no more pottery class for a while. Double sigh.



I saved a couple pounds of picnic mussels for myself. This all began as an attempt to make something Asian. I started out with some sake, mirin, and miso paste. But somehow before I realized what I was doing, it turned into an Italian dish. Dammit! Good though. Very very good.

Fettucine, mussels, garlic, half an onion, basil, two anchovies, splash of red wine vinegar, can of Costco diced tomatos. Sprinkle of red pepper flakes. And miso paste. And mirin. And sake.



Papaya gelato.



Oh Lordy! Ick! Ick! Ick! I somehow made all natural ingredients taste like plastic. An utter failure. How could this have been part of the same papaya that was in the incredible tart over the weekend? I might as well have eaten the plastic container this was frozen in. Ick! Ick! Ick! And it even has an aftertaste that I can't get out with beer or soda or giant glasses of water. Ugh. What did I do wrong?