delectable insect-able...

i ate grasshoppers last night at my SAL gals bday din. they were delish. crunchy, slightly sour, and almost wood tasting. i am having a hard time placing the exact taste actually - but this will get easier the more exotic things i try.




my dream of becoming the female anthony bourdain is beginning to be realized...

what's next? scorpion skewers? moose balls? owl's brains? or just whatever i can find in the oh-so-unglamourous and un-exotic san jose? (<------ i think it's the latter.)

valentines, dip and hawthorne...

for the superbowl, i made 6-layer dip. refried beans, sour cream, cheese, olives, tomatoes and avocado. (what is the 7th layer???) i threw in a handful of chopped onions, just in case. so i guess it was 6 1/2 layer dip. either way, it was delicious. and it was, of course, the highlight of the day, as neither the russian nor i actually give two figs about football. he watches the superbowl for the commercials - i watch it for the food and beer.


friday i left work early and came home to make valentines...


it's a good thing i only have a few friends, 'cause as much as i enjoy making cards, that shit takes Forever, and kills my back. i had to take a soma with a glass o' whine once i was done.

tonight i finished reading Nathaniel Hawthorne's The House of the Seven Gables. while the story turned out to be okay, i'm not sure that it was as good as the cover led me to think it would be...

still - i would recommend it, if you are in the mood for a lot of wordy description and very little dialogue. just don't get mislead by the cover - it's not as mysterious or creepy as you might think... i guess it's my fault though - i am notorious for judging a book by it's cover (literally).