Lost in translation

This would be Mt. Fuji, sideways. I cannot make it rotate, though it is in my library. Turn your head sideways.

Hello? What day is it? More to the point, what TIME is it?

Yes, I am still alive. Your Road Warrioress lives. And occasionally cooks, as she is doing tonight. Nothing exciting, mind you — just brats, mac-n-cheese, and purple hulled peas, just to remind myself how the stove works and see if my hand still fits a spoon handle.

It does.

I have been in Japan. Prior to that, I was in Northwest Arkansas (forgettable meals, but if you have not ventured to Bentonville to see the Crystal Bridges Museum, you should do so). Prior to that, I was in Georgia, which I think was the source of material for my last post.

And I got home Wednesday. Which meant I zombied through yesterday. And I am still kinda zombie-ing through today. But tomorrow, hopefully, if I do not sleep all day, I will do some serious cooking.

Breakfast buffet in the Hanamaki Onsen.

Had, as usual, many wonderful meals in Japan. Notably, I had the best Indian food I’ve ever eaten at a little restaurant in Tokyo, and some of the better Thai food in, of all things, a food court in a department store. One of the first times I’ve ever ventured into ethnic food in Japan, and I was pleasantly surprised.

I might note I also had KFC one day for lunch, and it was most excellent KFC. Rivaled any fried chicken I’ve ever had, barring Gus’s.