I got these miniature puddings in Japantown in San Francisco. Japantown is my favorite part of the City. If I can finnagle it, I always make a point of hitting Japantown. The food alone is worth the trek. The crazy rice crackers with peanuts and seaweed, lemon flavored soy sauce, inari skins, wasabi, petit puddings. The puddings came in these thumb-sized containers with a spoon smaller than the kind they give you at Baskin & robbins for tasting ice cream. A petit spoon for petit pudding. Actually I figured why in the world do I need a spoon? Just suck the buggah outta there.
~slurp~
Japanese packaging is the best. Always very tasteful and artsy. I wish I could read Japanese. Inevitably when I visit Japantown, I want to purchase at least 20 chopstick rests in every imagineable style: cat with one paw raised, bamboo, fish, geisha, keroppi, hello kitty. Not because I'm actually going to use the chopstick rests but because they look really cool. That's why. Sometimes having things that look cool make up for their lack of being serviceable.

I got home from work last night at about 7:00. I wasn't really hungry, but I wished that Dave had made dinner. Wishful thinking. So even as ungrumbly as my stomach was, I still decided to cook. There was leftover salmon, giant slabs with rosemary that had been broiled by mom. I decided to make pasta, unoriginal and easy. Sauteed onion, biased-cut sugar snap peas and flaked salmon in a cream-based sauce with rice pasta. Too sticky, that damned rice pasta, but I felt like using it up. It wasn't great, but it worked. It reminded me, just for a moment, of living in Florence. Quick. Instant. Then gone again.