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I recorded this in my bedroom last night. This is what it sounds like every night.
- Guy Who Hit On Me Last Night: I used to work at an organization for Native Americans. Some of my best friends are Native Americans.
- Me: Uh, I know a lot of white people?
My senior thesis, on women of the Third Reich, is due 21 hours from now.
One head full of snakes coming right up!
- My 3-year-old niece: Mommy, can I say 'dammit'?
- My sister: No.
- My 3-year-old niece: Well, what can I say?
- My mom: Goshdarnit. Doggonit.
- My 3-year-old: Can I say 'doggarnit'?
- My sister: Okay.
- Me: I'm thinking about going gluten-free.
- My mom: Do you want some of this lobster mac and cheese?
Sushi bowl. It’s what’s for dinner.
The picture is from Budget Bytes—I saw her avatar, which is her holding a bottle of Sriracha, and knew she was my people—and she’s got a recipe, as well as suggestions for what to mix in.
Here’s what I did: The end result of my day today was a Lortab prescription and surgery scheduled for Friday, so I didn’t feel like making anything terribly complicated, but I didn’t want fast food or (wholly) microwave cuisine. So instead of making sushi rice, I nuked a package of Annie Chun’s sticky rice. I’m going to try it with brown rice, too. Having sticky rice wasn’t necessary since I added the sauce, which kinda negates the stickiness. I sprinkled that with some wasabi furikake (rice seasoning), then I added in some diced avocado and cucumber and crab meat.
In a separate bowl, I mixed some Kewpie mayo and Sriracha, added a splash of rice vinegar, and then I stirred it into the rice bowl. I topped that with seaweed gomasio and then began shoveling it all into my piehole, where it was delicious.
