What do you do when you make dinner for someone and they don’t like what you eat? Don’t say anything, that’s what. But it’s still somewhat, I don’t know…humiliating? …face scrunch inducing? I was so pleased to have created this chicken marinade with olive oil, crushed ginger, and garlic. I personally thought it was delicious. So did Milla. Friend did not. She didn’t say anything, but she took one bite and did not eat any more. She also did not eat any of the plain steamed brocolli. She did eat lots of salad. I guess Nature cooks up better than I do.
Things that should be self-evident but apparently aren’t to me: Don’t try to wash your face in a big sweater. It gets wet. Remove the sweater before washing the face, or at least rinsing. Also, don’t keep scraping your tongue when it starts to hurt even if it’s still taking off goo. It makes it hurt worse and you’ll also start to notice blood in the goo.
No one is buying my house. It has been for sale now for three and a half weeks. People look at it all the time. No one buys it. My real estate agent said it is good that lots of people are looking at it because apparently other houses in their office are not getting nearly as much traffic. And the average time to sell houses has been like 84 days or something, so I suppose 24 is about 2 months shy of average. I don’t know.
Writing non-sequitur…this adorable little squirrel just ran by my window here past the computer monitor. It jumped up on a bench and hunkered down to eat a nut. Wow. That was cute.
Last night I went to a restaurant that was so bad, I’d recommend it just to go in and see how bad it could really be. It’s called Tippy Canoe and it is in Troutdale, Oregon. Just the fact of its location should probably have been a tipoff (or Tippy off, as the case may be), but sometimes you can find some real gems in offbeat places. This was not one of those instances. The friend who told me about the place said he had read a review that the crab cakes were bad, but other than that, he had no information about it. Well, since every item on the menu was exorbitantly expensive, I decided to go ahead and order those crab cakes, in spite of the poor review. The cost for these tasty tidbits was $14.50. This bought three silver-dollar sized lumps that were completely inedible. Seriously like wet cat food in texture, and sort of grilled on either side. As I began to eat the first cake, I attempted to ascertain whether the foul taste would continue with each forkful. It did and worsened. I felt obligated to eat the nasty things since they cost so damn much, so I slathered the second one in ketchup. I couldn’t finish it and did not eat the third. It was so horrible. I may as well have eaten vomit. They were the same texture and would have tasted better.
And the decor…well. Wow. Let’s just set the stage for you, shall we? The walls are black wood paneling covered with planks. The ceiling is metal roofing. Faux-wooden salmon swim all over the walls towards fishing poles with loose fishing line hanging over the tables. The plates have fly fishing lures painted on them. The light is low, to add to the romantic ambience, you know. Then, the piece de resistance….the bathrooms! The bathrooms alone are worth the drive to the place just to see that such things actually exist and are used to enhance the character of a place. The original toilet seat and cover have been removed. In its place is an ill-fitting replacement made from clear plastic. Molded into the clear plastic are actual fly-fishing lures, the double-hook variety. As I said, the seats do not fit the toilets, so the basin extends out between one’s legs while seated, and the lid bangs one in the back. It is possible to glance down and view two hooks between your thighs while doing your business. Overall, the entire trip to the bathroom is a most enchanting experience. When I finished using the toilet I closed the lid and looked through the clear plastic and lures into the bowl. Good times.
Going to Tippy Canoe was entertaining. Even though the food was so abominable, it was worth seeing such places are possible. Oh, and I alluded earlier to the prices. Unbelievably high. Most menu items START at $25. The crab cakes were some of the cheapest things there. And the food looks terrible. I passed several tables and the stuff wouldn’t pass muster at a Denny’s, seriously. My friend ate a salad covered in croutons that had been soaked in lard. I kid you not. Gag. Yikes. But still, it was so much fun to make fun of the place, it was worth it.
Well I’m completely lazy and unproductive right now. It’s pitiful. I’m sitting here planning to write and instead I’m watching South Park videos and Chad Vader singing Chocolate Rain and ruminating on cat food cakes and lard-covered croutons. Delish! Such sloth goes all against my Virgo sensibilities. Ah well. I’m going to go watch another episode of South Park.