I ♥ Amaebi

I have some really exciting news to share. I'm not allergic to shrimp! For years, I've been convinced that I'm developing a shrimp allergy. Each time I'm at the sushi bar, it's been this huge debate for me... how many amaebi should I eat? After my visit with the Allergist & about 30-40 pricks on my back, today it has been uncovered that I'm allergic to EVERYTHING but crustaceans. I'm allergic to my down bedding, my dog, and all grasses & trees out there. Another positive reaped from today: I can finally kick the corticosteroids to the curb... though with some slightly adverse/ temporary effects on my adrenal glands... I should lose the 7% weight I've gained over the past 2 months and probably sleep better at night.

Alas, this does kill all the excitement at the sushi bar. I guess you can't win them all.

A Treasure Hunt

About a month ago, I found myself in a small, obscure independent book store in SF. If you don't already know, I am enamoured with stories I read as a kid. So suddenly images from this book about rice dumplings comes back to me, but I can't recollect any other information to identify it to the clerks. So I just did an online search...and drum roll please... it's called The Funny Little Woman. :P I think I'm a funny little woman too. Funny how I can put so much effort into treasure hunting, only to be less impressed with the treasure itself. Or maybe I'm just afraid to admit I'm getting attached and convincing myself otherwise helps me get through the night?

The Japanese rice dumpling-maker laughed, "tee-he-he-he."

...And the Dish Ran Away with the Spoon

I'm going nuts trying to plan my best friend's bachlorette party. This is going to be her last hurrah - it MUST be spectacular. Sometimes I am so creative... and sometimes I am so not. Anyone have any bright ideas on where to take her? There's NYC, Las Vegas, South Beach... all of which have either been shot down by her or another bridesmaid. I'm running out of ideas... help!

While we are on this topic... ChickenLittle has this theory for me. He says that everyone eventually settles. Somewhere along the way, time will tip our scales and we give in. This theory doesn't sit well with me. Whatever happend to starry eyes, holding hands, and falling in love? Hey Diddle Diddle, does the dish still run away with the spoon?