Friday, 8/15/03 - 22:41
We got back the 'safternoon from a very nice family vacation to Hawaii, and we were all set to make S&B golden curry (one of our favorite products, which careful readers may remember from Christmas Fools). It was supposed to be a good, quick dinner for which we had all the ingredients on hand. But then the onion suddenly turned up missing, and we're all like, oh shit, we're gonna have to go stand in line at an onion distribution center. Then I started eyeballing the onions dying in my garden. These two fellows were purchased organic from Albertsons early last spring, and they lived in my the closet until they grew big green hats. At that point I planted them in the garden and started harvesting the green parts intermittently for salads. Everything was going great until one of them started growing a monstrous flower that looked suspiciously like a disco ball. I knew I should cut the flower off so that the onions didn't go to seed, but I was paralyzed by curiousity unitl it was too late. By the time we got back from vacation, the greens were mostly wilted and brown, despite the no-doubt diligent watering of neighbor girl. Now I figured the bulbs might no longer be good eats at this point, since it's been almost 6 months since their date of purchase. But we were desperately short of onions. So I pulled the dyingest onion plant up, and what I got was three small but hard bulbs covered in mud. Collectively, they took up just about the same volume as the original bulb had, as well as the other positive properties which originally prompted us to purchase the plant. Heh. Onions and their funky underground storage system.
As for the vacation sequence of beauty and such -- my plan is to write a bunch of short entries about as many of them as I get around to, rather than trying to put everything into one longer entry that'll never get finished. But here's the general outline: Sunday we arrived on Maui and started snorkeling with the giant green turtles outside our condo, special thanks to the -10 prescription mask that Snorkel Bob provided to my brother Si. We also talked to the resort compound's activities director, who gave us several gift baskets and bore a pathetic and uncanny resemblance to old Gil. Monday through Thursday Ted and I dove like mad, and then right after we were going to stop anyway, Ted got a nasty case of swimmer's ear and had to stay completely out of the water for the rest of the trip. All of us went to a pseudo-luau on Tuesday and hiking on Wednesday and Friday, the former hike absolutely desolate and the latter absolutely lush. There was a snorkeling expedition on Saturday out to the reef at Molikini, and Sunday we drove up the large dormant volcano Haleakala. Monday we flew to the Big Island and relaxed in a beautiful house we'd rented in the backwoods of hippie countrie. Tuesday we went hiking on Mt. Kileuea and saw the lava, and Wednesday we left. Yes, we left, but not before I saw a living, breathing coffee tree and inspected the body of the proprietor of Lovecraft Tattoo Studio in Kona (still don't know if he had a green penis!) (ignore that last part if you're not in Ted's game). Thursday we spent in LA celebrating Ted's birthday -- and to my surprise and delight, my birthday as well -- and this morning Mom-sub-B and Si flew back to the disaster zone that is Detroit.
Long live Diaryland!
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Academic Feelings - Thursday, 4/21/05
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