The End Of The Week 10/3/2008

October 3, 2008 by Puna  
Filed under Mish Mash

If you’d had the week I’ve had, you’d feel like a pig’s butt too.  But cheer up, it’s Friday.

Lunch With The Sister

October 2, 2008 by Puna  
Filed under Restaurants

Last week, I took the sister out to lunch. The fact that she can’t feed herself really doesn’t matter. It’s a way to get her out of the house and get some air, it’s really not for the food.

However, one of my favorite things to do is eat, so I constantly look for a place that has great ethnic food, a place where the cook is indigenous to the country whose fare the restaurant boasts. This place is one of those. It’s a Vietnamese pho (roughly translated noodle soup) place. It’s a place that where the cook, the waiter, and the patrons are mostly Vietnamese.

So like I said, the sister can’t feed herself, so I get her a lot of things that doesn’t require the use of hands. I get her a lot of drinks with straws.

This is what I order, a bowl of steaming hot pho with noodles, rare flank steak and other unmentionables.  It’s delicious. I guess the sister could have used a straw to drink out of the bowl. I have long gotten over the fact that people stare at us with pity when I’m out with her, but drinking soup out of a bowl with a straw in public may be pushing the envelope.

Instead, I order her a simple rice and beef meal and I feed her with chopsticks.

I order this every time I go to this place. It’s a coconut, red bean, and jelly drink. I don’t have the ingredients at home to make it, so it’s my treat every time I go there. I’m going to find out and send all of you the recipe.

I am so hungry.

The Stud

October 1, 2008 by Puna  
Filed under Horses

Most of us remember the one guy in high school who was the stud, the one that got all of the girls.

 

At the farm, Rollo is the stud. He really is, they are using him as a stud horse.

 

He reminds me of a California surfer dude, with the tanned body and the bleached blond long hair. And he has long lashes too.

 

He’s the one all the mares are after. I’ll bet he never has to worry about a date to the horse prom.

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