DH will not eat Kimchi.

He has said that he didn't like it and won't eat it.

He also said,"Have you ever eaten it?"

I said, "No, have you?"

He said, "Yes, and I don't like the taste."

I think what appealed to me - before the woman in the video threw in all the raw sea foods - is the process of making something that exotic. Middle Eastern foods, or Asian foods, are about as exotic as I've ever cooked. Well, there was that Bambi-who-came-home-in-pieces-with-the-hunter Venison that I cooked one abortive meal with. This after DH proudly dragged in all his meaty packages; you know, the hunter, in from the kill with the slabs of raw meat.

I was two months preggers and did NOT like the SMELL of that meat. I tried to fry it. Oh UGH! Anyway, there will be no Kimshi making in this house, I am informed that it would be wasted food. About the sad venison- we gave it all away to those who could better appreciate it than MOI.

So, I'll stick with kibby, hummus, tabooli and the new hobby of trying to make some decent round Arab bread. So much easier to buy it, if you know where to get it. I used to buy it at a small International food store in Kearny Mesa, but people who went in and out of there were being watched, and with good reason. Everyone was very polite to me, the wild looking Western lady with a passion for the freshest Pita in town.

I am now official depressed. It's better to make it official than to keep suffering a malaise without acknowledging it. My sister is going insane from worry that her shortfall under disability will crush her. I'm trying to remember that no matter what, she cannot come to live with me. We've tried it, twice. It just does not work. I'm too weak willed to just give her "two tight slaps" when she needs them the most. She will be into everything, color coding it and mapping the locations while I am asleep. She does not sleep! And she will get autocratic. I can't live with autocrats. Never again will I be told anything about how something must be done or not done. Except by DH who has earned his stripes. So to speak.

Ah, something nice! I've been looking for a good list of sizing for socks, and think it's finally fallen into my hands. It's now in the side bar with a twirled button that looks a lot like glass work. Click the button and see if you like the sizing Aid.

I finished reading Music of the Heart. It's a wonderful book. Now the movie makes a little more sense. Merle Streep did a stellar performance as the lead character, but you will love the real Roberta. There is also a documentary called, "Small Wonders" about this woman and the program she created for two schools in New York. The documentary was filmed at the actual school, and is so amazing because you meet some of the parents in it.

We need music in the public schools. Our children need music like the air that they breathe. It helps them to learn to think. It's absolutely critical for training the brain.

Alas, just as predicted by a very wise man, it's been stolen by the worst dragons there are. I don't have to tell you where the children's educations and their houses have gone. We are wise enough to see that for ourselves. Anyway, music programs in the schools are something we, as a civilized nation, should not be going without. Europe doesn't, and why must we? Not enough money? Where is all the money? Follow it.

I'm going to bed. I'm reading a real fire breather next. I'm not telling.

PS> The short ads that no one but myself can see are advertizing Buffalo and Venison for my greater gustatory pleasure. You have to bless the little ad gremlins for trying! Night nIght! I'm off to sleep!