My diet has been crap lately. I haven't felt like grocery shopping, much less like cooking, and honestly, nothing has really seemed appetizing anyway. Times like this I wish we had dog food for humans. Just a nutritionally complete people-kibble that would taste reasonably good and I could live on it alone. Eating can be such a chore. I wish I was an air plant. Or a robot. I wish I could teleport nutrition into my belly, bypassing my mouth altogether.
As a special little treat for myself, I went to King Kone Hand Rolls for lunch today. Mind you, this is a special little treat I planned out last week. Making sure I have three meals a day arranged is one of my tasks. I can't simply open up the fridge and snack on something; this requires careful planning and utilization of my meager resources. I mean, I have to put something in my stomach regularly or it starts to, like, hurt. And stuff.
I had a Groupon for this place so I ordered quite a bit of food, too much food, actually. I had to throw some of it away, something I wouldn't normally do but sushi doesn't keep. I had a ceviche hand roll, a dragon one, some seaweed salad, and something called sunomono which is cucumber salad with kimchee sauce, or so I was told. Everything was pretty much fine. Not thrilling, but fine. Well-priced. I really don't like the seaweed hand rolls come wrapped in so I ate the filling with a fork. It was basically a mound of rice with chopped veggies, fish, sauce and toppings...pretty good but not exquisite. And only superlative awesomeness is tempting my fickle palate lately. I mean, the paper thin slices of white tuna, garnished with scallions, dipped in ponzu sauce, that I had at Mr. Yum recently was exquisite. "Pretty good" is just puppy chow. Must. Regain. Food. Mojo.
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