lunch

chicken sausage bánh mì buns


 on monday i went to the m2m and purchased a ton of those
plain frozen ready-to-be-steamed buns and for every meal
since then, i've put various things inside of them.
these buns are one of the things that reminds me of my grandparents,
because my grandma always nailed it when it came to stocking
up on steamed buns whenever a little me would visit her in california. 
 these buns take care of my everlasting craving for bánh mì
and sausage buns and steamed buns. and part of me thinks that
the comfort that they provide will reverse the abundance of grey
hairs that have lately been popping up on my head {frowny face}.

they're pretty basic to make... just put these things in a bun:
sausage {or i also had fried tofu-- very tasty!}
cucumber
cilantro
daikon + carrots tossed with vinegar + sugar + soy sauce
mayo
soy sauce
sesame oil
sriracha
...and hot chinese mustard

omg so good.
scanwich that shit.
scanbun.
ima turn into a bun soon.
other things i plan to put in these buns:
speculoos
ice cream
bacon
eggs
bunny rabbits
pb + j
taco things
lentil burgers

-yeh!

from the stage


at times in the show
i have to stand on the balcony
and watch the play unfolding below me.
no itching or coughing or biting my nails allowed.
just... stone-faced, watch the girl go crazy,
and do nothing about it {save for a dramatic waterphone note when she 
*spoiler-alert* faints}.
it's a really great way to experience the play
for like the first seven times.
but now it is like a random thoughtfest in my brain.
so in the unlikely chance that you've seen the show
and have looked up during the booby scene and thought:
gee, i wonder what waterphone girl is thinking right now,
here are some recent ones:
1. holy bejeezus guacamole i want a scrambled egg sandwich from
the australia dairy company.
2.
 
3. all the different colors i am going to paint my nails once the run is over.

4. mia will be six soon!
5. that little fast repeating descending violin moment in the last track on the new punch brothers cd...
6. sometimes i feel more like myself when i am at my desk,
emailing, answering calls, writing, and interacting with people.
other times i feel more like myself when i am in my
little bubble, playing the waterphone and not talking.
7. hong kong, paris, california, israel, milan? marc jacobs,
hong kong, hong kong... pastrami...
*oh no oh no... here it comes... waterphone!!!*
-yeh!