The World Cup

It's been a strange few weeks over here. The Veggies got completely sucked into the World Cup and watched all the U.S. and Japan games. This would be fantastic if we were still in Texas, but on Asia time, the games air at various hours between 1am and 7am. Therefore, Boz and I have been forced to rise at ungodly hours so I can watch a sample of the world's most beautiful men fake injuries and Boz can teeter on the brink of an exasperation-induced heart attack as he yells at the TV and paces our living room. Fun times had by all.

To accompany the later (as in 6 or 7am) games, I've been preparing country-specific breakfasts.

                                                            Our U.S. vs Ghana breakfast:
An American spread of omelets & fries is particularly satisfying when consumed in Tokyo.

                                                     And our Japan vs. Greece breakfast:

Tamagoyaki is an omelettey-crepe type dish and a very popular staple of Japanese breakfasts. This was my first attempt and it turned out quite well, but I definitely lost a layer of finger skin (It's stuck to the pan now. It's not in the tamagoyaki. Although I'm pretty sure Boz wouldn't have noticed either way as he was busy 'assisting' the Japanese coach.)

I made the dumplings from scratch and it was my first time working with maitake mushrooms. Japan is a mushroom wonderland and I have dedicated myself to eating mushrooms at every meal. This isn't a stretch as mushrooms are my favorite food. I ate an entire package of sauteed enoki for breakfast this morning. I don't think I could pick a favorite shroom in terms of taste, but the maitake definitely wins in terms of everything else. Its petals are very tender and velvety. ('Petal' is not the scientific term for any part of a mushroom, but it's the best way to describe the little flaps that comprise a maitake). The whole shroom is so delicate, it could be chopped up with just a fork (even before it's cooked). It also smells DIVINE. It has a deep earthy, woodsy scent. I spent a little time rubbing, snuggling and smelling my maitakes before I did any prep or cooking.

Hold up. After re-reading that last paragraph, it occurs to me there is one other type of mushroom that inspires similar, questionably euphoric, reactions. So please let the record state that RV neither condones nor discourages the use of maitake mushrooms and cannot provide any definitive information concerning their hallucinogenic properties. In the name of science, I will further experiment investigate this topic and report my findings shortly (there's a chance I'll poison myself or OD...but I suppose that, too, would be informative.)

Anyway...while I'm disappointed with the way things ended for the American and Japanese teams, I am  relieved to see that Boz survived the entire experience. It was pretty touch-and-go for a bit, especially during the 1am U.S. vs. Germany and 5am U.S. vs. Belgium games. We watched those two games in bed and  I drifted in and out of sleep. Boz, however, was wide awake and seemingly incapable of muffling his displeasure with the U.S. performance. If you've never witnessed someone whispering their way through a sports-related mental breakdown, you're missing out. Fortunately, there's no way to sleep through such a spectacle, so I got to experience it firsthand. I'm quite certain his resting heart rate was at 280 bpm when he left for work this morning. (And no, he's not related to any of the players nor does he own the team. I asked.)

In other news, Monday (June 30) was B's birthday and tomorrow (July 3) is mine, so Boz has spent the past 3 days claiming he is much wiser at 36 and I will grasp the enormity of the change come July 3rd. We go through this scenario every single year. From June 30th - July 2nd, Boz asserts himself as my life coach and tries to instruct me in the many things he has mastered during his 3-day head start. Not surprisingly, he feels this joke has legs to last a lifetime. No comment.

So on that plan for tomorrow is:

  • workout
  • tour a photography exhibit at the Mori Art Museum called 'Go-Betweens'. It covers the experience of immigrant children helping their parents settle in NYC in the late 19th century
  • glass of champagne in a yet-to-be-determined hotel (That's not quite as shady as it sounds. I mean like the Ritz-Carlton or the Park Hyatt...not the Days Inn. But who am I kidding? I would drink champagne in a dumpster.)
  • Thai food with Boz

Everyone's invited to join me.