It's important for all of us to earn our place in society. One way we do that is by making informed use of our vote.
We're watching Alton Brown make winter squash gnocchi (he called them dumplings, and he didn't roll them over the back of a fork, but they were gnocchi) and waiting for the Iron Chef to come on.
It's the infamous Sweetfish Battle, where Michiba's former assistant challenges Morimoto to cook these little festival fish which the japanese apparently prize, at least according to Michiba, for their bitter intestines. I may have mentioned this earlier, in some detail, so I don't really have to go there ("bitterness of the intestines"=fish shit. Just saying).
For those of you who haven't joined the ranks of the Iron Chef fans yet, Michiba is the original Iron Chef Japanese and Morimoto replaced him. it seems to be a grudge thing for Michiba. He was a young turk in his day, but now he's become the grumbling voice of sullen traditionalism in the face of Morimoto, who is the nouvelle japanese fusion chef at Nobu in NY.
Anyway, we've been watching Michiba tribute shows lately, but now we're onto Morimoto, and there's a commercial before the show starts asking us to vote for our favorite show. My husband and I, of course, have to vote for the Sweetfish battle, while her majesty is strong for Rice. I told her I'd vote for both, but it made me a little nervous, because I wasn't sure we were going to be able to vote twice.
(The "bitterness" creates a sense of nostalgia in the tasters, according to the narrator. I don't even want to think about it).
Well, you sure can vote twice. You can vote as many times as you want. And dammit, someone wants a whole lot, because Turkey has 44%, Giant Eel has 40%, and Rice has 9%. There are 28 options.
Now, far be it from me to suggest that there's something wrong when two of the choices have five-figure vote counts while 0.1 percent of the voters picked my beloved Sweetfish, but vote early and often, OK? Don't even care who you vote for. (Did I mention that the judge-twink is wearing a purple synthetic satin slip with black lace as a dress for the sweetfish battle?)
This Shall Not Pass. I mean, it probably will, but pfui.
We're watching Alton Brown make winter squash gnocchi (he called them dumplings, and he didn't roll them over the back of a fork, but they were gnocchi) and waiting for the Iron Chef to come on.
It's the infamous Sweetfish Battle, where Michiba's former assistant challenges Morimoto to cook these little festival fish which the japanese apparently prize, at least according to Michiba, for their bitter intestines. I may have mentioned this earlier, in some detail, so I don't really have to go there ("bitterness of the intestines"=fish shit. Just saying).
For those of you who haven't joined the ranks of the Iron Chef fans yet, Michiba is the original Iron Chef Japanese and Morimoto replaced him. it seems to be a grudge thing for Michiba. He was a young turk in his day, but now he's become the grumbling voice of sullen traditionalism in the face of Morimoto, who is the nouvelle japanese fusion chef at Nobu in NY.
Anyway, we've been watching Michiba tribute shows lately, but now we're onto Morimoto, and there's a commercial before the show starts asking us to vote for our favorite show. My husband and I, of course, have to vote for the Sweetfish battle, while her majesty is strong for Rice. I told her I'd vote for both, but it made me a little nervous, because I wasn't sure we were going to be able to vote twice.
(The "bitterness" creates a sense of nostalgia in the tasters, according to the narrator. I don't even want to think about it).
Well, you sure can vote twice. You can vote as many times as you want. And dammit, someone wants a whole lot, because Turkey has 44%, Giant Eel has 40%, and Rice has 9%. There are 28 options.
Now, far be it from me to suggest that there's something wrong when two of the choices have five-figure vote counts while 0.1 percent of the voters picked my beloved Sweetfish, but vote early and often, OK? Don't even care who you vote for. (Did I mention that the judge-twink is wearing a purple synthetic satin slip with black lace as a dress for the sweetfish battle?)
This Shall Not Pass. I mean, it probably will, but pfui.