Cachinnate: to laugh loudly or too much.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Comcast is back up!

(Finally.)
Power outages because of a blizzard cut our internet. Finally back up, with some stories to share.

First of all, I'd like you to take a look at this book. See if you see anything wrong with it. Look closely. Apparently the main editor of the book never read it -- I'm sure page two says something like, "Always double-check your work."
For that matter, why didn't the author catch it? You'd think that writing a book titled The Power of Your Subconscious: Unlocking Your Master Key to Sucess would give you some insight into, say, success. Apparently writers don't read anymore. Who knew?

In other news, I went out for Japanese food with my mother and stepfather. On the dessert menu was mochi ice cream, which I love; it even came in lychee-flavor, which I also love. I decided on that. My stepdad, taken aback, said, "You eat that stuff? It's been buried in the ground for four years!"
As we tried to correct him he realized his mistake and tried to fix it, naturally right as the waiter walks by: "Oh, no, no, that's -- what's that called? Oh! KUMCHEE!" he yells, in a mostly empty restaurant.
I don't believe I've ever seen anyone as pale as our western-European looking waiter turn quite as red as he did. And naturally, with our dirty minds, my mother and I were imagining... well. I do believe he nearly dropped the water bottle he was carrying, and only quick reflexes saved it from shattering.

Now, for those of you who've never had lychee, it looks like this:

It doesn't look delicious, but believe me -- it is. Just don't try to eat the skin.
It's a sweet fruit from Asia, Mexico, and southern Africa, and is used in many Asian desserts, like lychee jelly (think jell-o), lychee ice cream, et cetera. It is not a vegetable. It is never buried (except as a seed, but that's not involved in food preparation, so let's just slide that aside).

Kimchi, or kimchee, on the other hand, is a Korean staple, made of shredded cabbage that's been pickled. At no point is it buried. And, hopefully, at no point does it see...
Well.
My father reads this blog, have I mentioned? Hi, Dad! :D