Zoodles. That’s what Akemi calls the above-pictured dish. It’s the disrespectful vegan version of spaghetti in which pasta is substituted with zucchini strips, yielding a culinary catastrophe that is both disgusting in appearance AND flavor yet less starchy and calorie-laden. In fairness, that would have also been the case had she substituted shoelaces instead.
My review: “It tastes like dirt.”
Her review: “Why do vegan people lie to me?”
Why? Because they’re evil.
Sadly, Akemi had to fly solo on this one as I opted for the less-healthy salmon burger and roasted broccoli.
Fortunately for her, we had a big lunch today at Fable. Akemi enjoyed her meal but found the air-conditioned room way too cold for her shorts and t-shirt ensemble, so she improvised a shawl using our napkins:
Yesterday, Akemi was going through the old medicine cabinet, tossing out expired pills belonging to “the former administration”. Every so often, she would present me with a bottle and inquire about its contents. Selenium. Magnesium. Milk thistle. And this –
Finally, today Akemi was inquiring about the phrase “born with a silver spoon in their mouth”. She wanted to know: “Why silver and not gold? Gold is better, no?” Well, yes. I didn’t have an answer for her outside of the fact that the alliteration of silver spoon sounds so much nicer. She wondered if there was a similar phrase to suggest someone born to simpler means: “…like born with Mcdonalds plastic spoon in his mouth?”
Hmmm. I don’t know. Doesn’t ring a bell.