Last night I dreamt I was planning a heist
with Jay, Silent Bob, Sissy Spacek dressed as Silent Bob, and a walrus with
human legs. We started talking about who ought to score the heist and I said it
was a shame we couldn't get Bernard Herrmann. I was met with blank stares and
realised none of them had heard of Bernard Herrmann. I threw a fit, saying how
I couldn't rob a bank with a bunch of people who weren't genuine cinephiles. It
ended up Silent Bob was just Kevin Smith in a costume and Sissy Spacek had been
the real Silent Bob all along.
Over a decade ago, my favourite drink from
Starbucks was a white chocolate mocha with raspberry syrup. I long since lost
my sweet tooth but to-day I ordered one for the first time in ages--with soy
instead of real milk, of course, and no whipped cream. I enjoyed it. Is my
sweet tooth back? Or do I just hate my health class so much I'm impelled to
contrary behaviour?
Afterwards, I went to the Japanese market
and bought the smallest radish they had.
So far I've only boiled daicons I've
bought. I may try roasting or baking this one. Not all at once. I wonder if I
could bake it like a potato--the only "baked daicon" recipes I see on
google refer to "daicon fries". I thought "fries" implied
frying. But what do I know? Giant radish fries does sound intriguing.
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