In the cold of January I find myself unable to think of anything other than delicious ramen thanks to our little outing two weeks ago to Sato on Elmwood. I wasn't even sure if I was in the mood for Japanese, but now I am craving it ever since. Thanks a lot, Plaid Forest!





I will on a later post try to post my favorite food scenes from movies (without breaking this website ;)) because there are several, one of the best being anything from Tampopo, which is a movie i've watched a million times. It's from the 80's and about a woman who wants to open her own quick ramen shop but has to learn about the passionate art of soup making from some homeless gourmands and a cowboy truck driver. It's so sweet and adorable and you want all the ramens after you watch it. The Sato ramen would be the perfect thing to have after watching that movie. I think I was most pleased with that goddamn perfect egg in it. it could have used a piece of narutomaki, but the pork was so delicious. I almost didn't care that much about the sushi, even if it did look like orange jewels. almost. That sent me on an obsession with cooking the perfect soft boiled egg (martha stewart says 5 minutes, other people say 6), which i must experiment with. I would like to try to make my own ramen.

Last weekend Casey came up to visit Rochester, where there was barely any snow compared to Buffalo. Friday my friends Arden and Rahul came over and we just sat around the kitchen table and drank a bunch and talked. When I drink, I go into this weird Chef Mode, where I just keep cooking things uncontrollably and feeding people.

I then dragged the ever-patient and mildly ill Casey to...the Contemporary Dentistry office party!! Bear in mind that any new person who joins our office thinks i'm an incredibly scary lesbian who hates them for the entire first two months they work there. Everyone has admitted this. Maybe this is because I won't look at or talk to them, i'm like a cat, ok? I figure, if they're going to get fired i don't want to bother getting attached. I also hate training people very much. After the two months are up, they realize i'm an adult baby and they start grooming me. seriously. i've been there 12 years and this is the pattern. every person has fixed my bra, brushed my hair, straightened my pants, pulled the earring out of my mask, observed me laying on the floor or doing headstands, napping, etc. the one thing they're never sure of is my admittedly questionable sexuality (how to explain my love machines and cephalopods?). Sooo Casey is of course this magical weird creature that no one believes exists and cannot WAIT to stare at. Just the way he loves it! Everyone loved him and said how cute he is and how great he is and how he seems so caring and nice. He was most patiently babysitting my drunk ass as I toddled around in impractical hooker shoes. He also had the delight of going to the most rugged strip club in Rochester where the girls are.... rough around the edges. They're always really nice and chatty when I go there anyway. My boss' husband was druuuunk and he always wants to go when the girls go there so we took he got a nice faceful of droopy titties. Highlight: being told to deposit my dollar UNDER the tit of someone who was failing the pencil test greatly. My workwife received a Stripper Hickey for her troubles. Another highlight was our Italian doctor partner wearing bright yellow pants, a brocaded velvet jacket, and sporting the male equivalent of cameltoe. Balls on parade. it was great. i hope that four of us weren't simultaneously staring, but i do so only with greatest admiration and support. Flaunt those balls!

Casey chaffeured me around and for some reason developed his allergy in my house again. it is an inexplicable mystery. maybe he's allergic to hungover bitches? eek. It was a nice weekend nonetheless.