Someplace there’s a web site about airline food. Soon as I can get the pictures transferred over, I did snap a couple of shots of the delicious Southwest Airlines “in flight service” items.
I was trying to recall some the details from the weekend. I was forced to get up and make a toast on Saturday evening, and that was preceded by the little soliloquy about me asking all my friends in Austin how I was supposed to handle a toast. The advice, in triplicate, started with “First, you get good and drunk…..” Not being exactly a “drinkin’ man” these days, that sort of inhibits the first round of advice. I managed.
Sunday morning, everyone, and I mean everyone left the Bay area. Except us. Fredlet scooped us up, and we had the most amazing sushi. She’s been hammering me about this stuff, and I’ve been there before, but the trip on Sunday night surprised even me. It’s called a “Godzilla Roll” and the hostess insisted on making it “pure evil.” Whatever that means.
That special sushi roll was hot. A little later in the evening, the sushi chef held up a bottle of “habanera” hot sauce to demonstrate what give the secret ingredients their special zing. Ouch. Certainly appreciated it Monday morning, too. That’s why I like hot stuff, I get to enjoy it more than once.
