SALMON, BE THOU MY GOOD
Made sushi with reinadecopas yesterday.
I am still expecting the emperor of Japan to burst through the door and decapitate us both.
IS THIS NOT THE WHITEST WHITE GIRL SUSHI YOU'VE EVER SEEN. LOOK AT THAT FUCKING CLUMSY NIGIRI THAT'S ALL DROOPING OVER THE RICE LIKE THE FISH DIED AGAIN WHILE WE WERE SLICING IT. LOOK AT THAT HAPHAZARD PRESENTATION LIKE WE JUST TOOK A GIANT FUCKING PILE OF SUSHI AND THREW IT AT THAT DRAB WHITE PLATE THAT IS WHITE LIKE THE WHITE GIRLS WHO MADE THAT GODDAMN SUSHI AND PUT IT ON THAT WHITE PLATE. LOOK AT THAT OBESE INARIZUSHI AND THE RICE POKING OUT THE SIDES OF THAT ROLL THAT I SLICED LIKE IT WAS FUCKING ABSTRACT PERFORMANCE ART. AW YEAH, YOU AIN'T NEVER SEEN NO SUSHI LIKE THIS FUCKING WHITEGIRL SUSHI.
Mizu. With the sushi.
Me. With... chopsticks. I think this is, at this point in time, the most undignified picture of me that exists.
All right. This is where the "abomination" part comes in. Before this it was just bad. This is when it became a criminal act. See we had all this leftover inarizushi pockets and no more rice. So we just kind of... started stuffing things in the pockets. Starting with the leftover salmon, and the terrible ugly hideous kind of tasty thing we created we christened INARIZAKE. never mind that that... probably doesn't even mean anything.
Then we got CREATIVE. And with Facilier's theme playing in the background (no, seriously), we started stuffing the inarizushi with... everything. A piece of the roll we made. Moar salmon. ANOTHER INARIZUSHI POCKET IS YOUR MIND BLOWN YET? it was intense. And an affront to the gods of cookery, and probably a personal insult to all of Japan.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT. THAT WHITEGIRL SUSHI TASTED PRETTY DAMN GOOD.
Man. Is there a time when having magic duels with chopsticks over pitiful sushi stops being fun? I'm a legal adult with a steady job and decent life skills and a serious future ahead of me; shouldn't this not be fun anymore?
....
well, we watched Tarzan afterwards and I still love that, too. SO. I GUESS I WILL JUST HAVE TO CONTINUE LIVING BETWEEN WORLDS FOR AWHILE. As long as I can fake being mature and rational when it counts, right?
edit:
I have just been informed that googling "inarizake" brings up nothing but my entry.
I feel so fucking special I can't even tell you.
I am still expecting the emperor of Japan to burst through the door and decapitate us both.
IS THIS NOT THE WHITEST WHITE GIRL SUSHI YOU'VE EVER SEEN. LOOK AT THAT FUCKING CLUMSY NIGIRI THAT'S ALL DROOPING OVER THE RICE LIKE THE FISH DIED AGAIN WHILE WE WERE SLICING IT. LOOK AT THAT HAPHAZARD PRESENTATION LIKE WE JUST TOOK A GIANT FUCKING PILE OF SUSHI AND THREW IT AT THAT DRAB WHITE PLATE THAT IS WHITE LIKE THE WHITE GIRLS WHO MADE THAT GODDAMN SUSHI AND PUT IT ON THAT WHITE PLATE. LOOK AT THAT OBESE INARIZUSHI AND THE RICE POKING OUT THE SIDES OF THAT ROLL THAT I SLICED LIKE IT WAS FUCKING ABSTRACT PERFORMANCE ART. AW YEAH, YOU AIN'T NEVER SEEN NO SUSHI LIKE THIS FUCKING WHITEGIRL SUSHI.
Mizu. With the sushi.
Me. With... chopsticks. I think this is, at this point in time, the most undignified picture of me that exists.
All right. This is where the "abomination" part comes in. Before this it was just bad. This is when it became a criminal act. See we had all this leftover inarizushi pockets and no more rice. So we just kind of... started stuffing things in the pockets. Starting with the leftover salmon, and the terrible ugly hideous kind of tasty thing we created we christened INARIZAKE. never mind that that... probably doesn't even mean anything.
Then we got CREATIVE. And with Facilier's theme playing in the background (no, seriously), we started stuffing the inarizushi with... everything. A piece of the roll we made. Moar salmon. ANOTHER INARIZUSHI POCKET IS YOUR MIND BLOWN YET? it was intense. And an affront to the gods of cookery, and probably a personal insult to all of Japan.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT. THAT WHITEGIRL SUSHI TASTED PRETTY DAMN GOOD.
Man. Is there a time when having magic duels with chopsticks over pitiful sushi stops being fun? I'm a legal adult with a steady job and decent life skills and a serious future ahead of me; shouldn't this not be fun anymore?
....
well, we watched Tarzan afterwards and I still love that, too. SO. I GUESS I WILL JUST HAVE TO CONTINUE LIVING BETWEEN WORLDS FOR AWHILE. As long as I can fake being mature and rational when it counts, right?
edit:
I have just been informed that googling "inarizake" brings up nothing but my entry.
I feel so fucking special I can't even tell you.