Monday, February 25, 2008
Well, I have dodged the Bony Hand for yet another annum. Sorry Grim.
The Dread Dormomoo got me a groovy Phaser.II, with detachable Phaser I. ( I feel the aetheric ripples as you all sadly shake your heads.) It is a permutation of Phaser toys unseen in this continuum.
Mr. McLeod gave me a copy of The Prestige. Cool.
But the REAL honor came Saturday night, when I bailed from Vox's, and went to Mikawa's, our favorite Japanese restaurant. We gathered for Riatsila's and my birthday, and I was expecting to foot the bill, hobbit-like. I planned on a beef teriyaki dinner of which I am fond. The Brood instead blessed the D.D. and me with Kobe beef dinners.
It was amazing! I have never had beef that tasted like that. It was cubed and grilled with red wine, and served with rice and a garnish of grated daikon radish.
Delish! (Who says "delish"?)
Thank you! It was truly worth not dying for a year!
STOP THE PRESSES! The Dread Dormomoo hauled out a Present of Great Mass!
If she had tossed it at me, or dropped it on my toe, I would have had Cause, but she handed it to me, so you trial lawyers put your tongues back in your mouths.
I marveled at its heft, so I opened it.
A cast-iron wok. One could commit Murder Most Foul with it, then dispose of the evidence.
The Secret's in the Sauce.
Stir-fry would also be good cooked in it.
Happy Birthday to ME!