The rare Saturday post. Second time ever, I believe.
Last night: Junebug. A very good movie. I think it's the best movie I've seen this summer. Despite stealing its title premise (pregnant woman....wants to name the baby Junebug) from a short story I wrote a few years ago, I highly recommend it. Strange, dark, light, sweet, mean, and cool. And dialogue that rivals that which has been written by Paul Thomas Anderson and the guy who wrote Judy Berlin.
Tonight: The Tofu Festival in Little Tokyo. This is my first Tofu Fest, so I don't know what to expect. But I plan on having the grilled Tofurkey Italian Soy-sauge sandwich with peppers and onions. And maybe a tofu taco. And there's apparently a smooth jazz artist playing tonight and you know how much I love the smooth jazz.
Tomorrow: Is Sunday.
2 comments:
In home country, new husband, we have many fine and ancient bean curd dish. They passed down from mother to daughter in form of whispers and other secret thing I dare not mention or fear fires on me. When you retrieve me, new husband, I shall make for you such fine and ancient dish of bean curd. Your favorite will be "djruush myla moog" which translate as "hill and swamp fry."
Love, Linglo
In my country(ies) we have a similar dish. It's called Moolakheyeh mit Strugenberries.
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