I'm making Japanese Curry for dinner tonight and while making a hot mess out of the kitchen the song Big in Japan comes on Sirius radio. Coincidence? I think not. I think I'm turning Japanese. How awesome were the 80's!?!?
I figured out why the Japanese stay so skinny. It is such a fricking production to cook their food! I am working up a sweat running from stove to sink to counter to triple check directions (instructions?? what do you call cooking steps?) and it's exhausting. I told Tom that if he doesn't ooh and ahh over this blasted meal (that probably won't be ready til 9pm at the rate I'm going) I will sew his lips shut and never feed him again.
After that he started to sing "I like big butts and I don't know why." He made up a few other lyrics that made no sense. Maybe he's trying to tell me something.
OMG the food smells SOOOOOO GOOD!!! Even if it turns out crap ass, scent should count for something, right?
I love this lyric from I'm turning Japanese "I want a doctor to take your picture, so I can look at you from inside as well."
Now I am singing and dancing while cooking and Wrigs is getting worked up. He's turning Japanese too.
Tom keeps calling tonight's meal "Chicken Paprikash." It makes me laugh. Sometimes we're dumb.
Hello Mr. Roboto!
*update: It appears "someone" has been enjoying the Curry. Chumley's little rat face was planted into the saucepan while cooking. How he doesn't singe his whiskers, we'll never know. Sneaky mongrel.