MADE: Leftover shrimp lo-mein from Wokcano. PRO TIP: Never reheat shrimp. Shit’s nasty. Instead, remove all of the scrimps before reheating the rest of this hot mess, then add them back in once the noodles and vegetables are hot. Way better, trust. This does not look that good, but it was fucking awesome. Scallions are my boyfriend.
PLAYED: Moonface with Sinaii, Heartbreaking Bravery
Spencer Krug can do no wrong in my book. These guys killed it live, though they did not play the best song on this record, “Shitty City,” which was, I think, shitty of them.
MADE: Glorious leftover Asparagus & Potato pizza from local gem Mohawk Bend. You’d think potatoes on bread might be carb overkill, and you’d be right, but I ate every bite. Also, I’d like to point out that someone got to this here blog by searching for ‘war mein,’ which the Internet tells me is lo mein made with actual spaghetti. I have totally made this ish, and really like the intensity of the name. WAR MEIN, MOTHERFUCKERS! So rad.
PLAYED: The Beatles, Abbey Road
Oh hey Ash, is that a beautiful old Beatles record on the floor? It sure is, cos I live in California and am SUPER LAID-BACK NOW.
MADE: Ah, the simple majesty of a wheat English muffin, toasted and slathered with butter and mixed-berry jam! If it weren’t for breakfast, getting up in the morning would be even more terrible than it already is.
PLAYED: The Smiths, Meat Is Murder
Ah, the simple majesty of a jangly British rock band, fraught with pro-vegetarian lyrics and pretty guitar riffs! If it weren’t for The Smiths, getting up in the morning would be even more terrible than it already is.
MADE: God I love stir fry. Here we have sweet onion, carrots, baby bok choy, shiitake mushrooms, fried tofu, and corn over some delightful egg noodles from the Asian grocery store down the street from me. God I love that place. PLAYED: The Smiths, The Queen Is Dead
Sometimes I have to pinch myself: finding this on vinyl for a decent price is like finding a $100 bill in the street (UNFUCKINGLIKELY).
MADE: I’m still young enough (?) to be all like “Oh, it’s totally OK to eat ramen more than once a week; this is the phase of my life that will be hilarious when I’m a moderately famous/wealthy writer.” Fuck it, I have become such a PRO at making poor people food, I’d probably just keep doing it even if I had money. I would also go out for sushi dinners that cost more than my current rent. But also ramen. This particular bowl features spinach and is lovingly garnished with bean sprouts and togarashi.
PLAYED: Neil Young, Time Fades Away
Canada’s greatest export performed in my city last night. I was not there. I feel OK about it, as I’m pretty sure this record is just as good as any live show Neil puts on these days. Plus, the Hollywood Bowl stresses me out in myriad ways.
MADE: Peanut butter on toast with kettle chips and Rainier cherries. My lunches are like those of a five-year old in a very permissive pre-school where no one has a peanut allergy.
PLAYED: Spoon, Transference
I own so few new records; I have no idea how this one got in the mix. Birthday present from my terrible ex? Mayhaps. Don’t get me wrong, I do like that Spoon.
Spoon, “The Mystery Zone”
MAKING: Crumpets make me feel so fancy! Smothered in butter and paired with some delightful (if not particularly local) Rainier cherries, and coffee, this was a gem of a breakfast. Fun fact: Around 1/3 of a Rainier cherry orchard’s crop is eaten by birds! I don’t blame those birds one fucking bit. NATURE’S CANDY.
LISTENING: Van Morrison, Astral Weeks
I’ll just let the Top Comments from the YouTube video for “Ballerina” speak for me:
NOW YOU LISTEN: Van Morrison, “Ballerina”