Real Kato Blog: Yeah, I got nothin' this evening.

A long and meandering tale just so I can talk about sporks.

Today's two-mile running time: 17:30. Not as good as last time, because I was a dumb-ass and I did the first half mile in four minutes, thus totally BLOWING MY WAD. (I used to be in a bowling league. If you got a really good score in your first game, but then proceeded to suck afterwards, people would say you "blew your wad", even if you were a woman. I thought that was funny.)

I got home and had veggie burritos for dinner, because I felt like I needed to atone for last night's Mess O' Chicken. I don't think I could ever be a full-time vegetarian, but veggie burritos can be pretty damn tasty, if you put enough Stuff in them. By "Stuff", I mean whatever burrito-friendly ingredients happen to be on hand, like guacamole and sour cream and cheese and Ortega Taco Sauce. Mmmmm... Stuff.

If I were still hungry, I'd want to make some curry. I like to make Japanese curry like my mom would make when I was a kid. There an instant sauce that you can get at a Japanese food store called "Golden Curry". It comes in these hard compressed squares that dissolve in hot water. You cook whatever meats and vegetables that you like, add water, then add the curry cube, and then it's itadakimasu. The result is a little bit different than Indian curry; it's not quite so buttery, and flavor isn't quite as intense. But for me, it's a comfort food.

There's a similar kind of product called, inexplicably, "Vermont Curry". I don't know that Vermont is really known for its curry. I can't imagine the little currylings on the curry farm surviving those cold Vermont winters.

If you're in Japan and you go to a restaurant that serves curry, you're often provided with a spork. And I'm not talking the cheap KFC plastic spork; I'm talking about a genuine heirloom stainless steel spork. My sister and I thought that was so wonderful. When we were in Japan a while ago, we went on a spork hunt. We figured that since Japan was such a curry-eating country (you can even get curry delivered), there must be sporks everywhere. Alas, even when we went to specialty stores, we couldn't find any! These stores would sell you imitation food items that you could put in display cases (that's a common thing in Japan), a bazillion different kinds of chopsticks, and all sorts of normal forks and spoons... it seemed like you could find anything but the spork.

The only thing I eventually found was a big serving spork, and I feel like I'm a two-year-old when I try to eat with it. It makes for a good weapon, though. "You wanna piece of me, fat boy? I'll spork your ass!"

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Posted by Ken in: food, life

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Comment #1 from Busy Mom (Guest)
2005 May 2 - 11:14 pm : #

No sporks?! That ain't right. Hey, thanks for playing!

Comment #2 from Jenn (Guest)
2005 May 4 - 6:39 pm : #

I never thought I would see the words "genuine heirloom" and "spork" in the same sentence. I guess my life is complete.

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