Pirates, Broken Bones, and Japanese Dumplings
Dinner and a movie date night (last night) with Brian; Nice glass of Pinot Grigio, Homemade Japanese Gyoza/Pot-Stickers (that my Japanese sister taught me how to make, at her place, many years ago) and Pirates of the Caribbean.
Three of my favourite things in one place: My son, Gyoza, and Johnny Depp (be still my rapidly beating heart!). Wine doesn’t hurt either.
I tweaked my sister-in-law’s original recipe (which was a crime in and of itself- she’s 100% Japanese and has mastered the art of the Japanese dumpling, both in form and ingredients), but I wanted to give them a Thai-Basil twist, so ended up adding fresh cilantro, basil, mint, lime, Japanese Umami seasoning along with Red Thai Chili Sauce to the ginger, mushrooms, red onions, ground meat (ground pork, always. Walmart Delivery brought us ground beef only and omitted our pork- 2nd crime of the night) it was all too much. Were they tasty? You betcha. Was my sister’s original Gyoza/Dumpling recipe better, as simple as it was? In spades. Blew mine straight out of the water.
Sis-in-law: 1
Me: 0
Lesson learned!
Brian and I had just settled in to our movie POTC: Curse of the Black Pearl (yep; I’m the last known human on the planet who’s still never caught even the first movie in the franchise), noshing on our Gyoza/Pot-Stickers- me with my broken foot twisted up under me, him with his broken hip, collar bone, and rib, sitting uncomfortably in the leather recliner in the living room- it was 10:00 pm or so and we were enjoying ourselves quite nicely, having devoured two extra-large pieces of Red Velvet Cake (along with two equally large glasses of milk, naturally), and just having gobbled everything up, were prepared to lock in to the remaining hour or so of the movie…
…except, just like clockwork, once my belly was full, I fell immediately into a deep sleep sitting straight up. Not once, but seven times in short succession.
Just in: I’m old!
Well, I will be turning 55 in 16 days. (But damn!)
Yeah. Enjoy your youth whoever’s reading this that’s younger than 55, because when you hit 50? It all starts changing. In ways you can’t even imagine. And don’t even get me started on menopause, ladies. You thought having a period was bad and being bothered for one week out of the month?
😅
If this is the ride I’m in for at 55, I can’t wait ‘til my diaper days at 90.
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