there will never be a day I’m not absolutely devastated by the fact that god cursed me with the tastebuds of the world’s whitest British colonizer. I sit here, yearning for all the world’s spices yet all the most spice I can tolerate is fucking beans on toast. I’m not even British.
57 notes
·
View notes
incomplete, incomprehensible, incoherent list of shit that helps me with understimulation
energy drinks (followed up by lots of water because i want to save what kidney function i have left)
spinning in a desk chair until i feel like im turning green
walking through frat row on a friday night
chewing gum
ordering enough espresso over ice that it looks like a cold brew
diy shows in a mildewy, sweaty basement
working boh during dinner rush
listening to very very very very loud music
chosing the "hot" spice level for thai curry
swimming in a spring-fed creek in early april
listening to a chaotic podcast where everyone is talking over each other and a ton of random shit is happening (well there's your problem is perfect for this)
38 notes
·
View notes
Tell me you're Calabrian without telling me you're Calabrian
Calabria, Italy
Photo by Rossella Salvatore
Follow us on Instagram, @calabria_mediterranea
56 notes
·
View notes
So we were in Dublin...
...because @dduane was getting another MRI then a haircut-style-colour.
NB, not both at the same place, multi-tasking has its limits.
Between medical and tonsorial we went to The Ramen Bar for an excellent late lunch: DD had prawn gyoza and Tonkutsu Red (mild)...
...while I had chicken kara-age and Spicy Torishio (hot)
There was just one small problem; the appetisers were correctly assigned but as the mains arrived we didn't notice (probably because we were merrily sharing dumplings and chicken pieces) a small but vital error in who got what.
At least not until I sampled mine and said "For so-called hot, this is pretty unimpressive!" then noticed DD was having rather the opposite response to her so-called mild.
I like spicy food. I like food that fights back. In her case the food was winning.
Once we'd swapped the mains back to their appropriate sides of the table and DD's startled palate cooled down, all was well again, with an extra bonus for the trip.
MRI scan, hairdo AND cleared sinuses.
*****
Memo 1 - we recommend The Ramen Bar, especially for lunch, when prices are lower than at dinner; the menus are otherwise identical and portions are very generous, i.e. fair at dinner and a bargain at lunch.
Memo 2 - Their hot spicing is pretty tingly, though not overwhelming regardless of DD's reaction; spicy is always spicier when you're not expecting it, and doubly so when you're not used to / don't like it.
They have something else, however, which I intend to try For Science. Also for curiosity, though DD reminds me what that proverbially does to cats...
Later for that... :->
90 notes
·
View notes