hmm blogging, blogging errr something I think I used to do hmm I think it involved some sort of sink plun... oh no wait I remember yes that was it, before these cold days of frost and shouty children I used to ramble on the tinterweb
Hmmm anyway I promised long long oohh so long ago I would get round to writing about my Christmas trip to Fukui Prefecture, the fact that I've already forgotten about Christmas may mean this post if full of errr and arhhh but then usually they are full of hmmmm so no real change there then, although perhapes before anything else I should set the scene.
Recently I've come to the conclusion my life is governed by food, not just in a need to live way oh no that would be far to easy, more constantly thinking of things to cook, ways to improve flavours and pondering exactly what is broiling, these things take up far far faaarr too much of my time, and I suspect every new recipe I store in my brain pushes a small piece of information out (goodbye Japanese for "oh no I need help", hello recipe for lasagna) . But this obsession seems somewhat pale in comparison with the Japanese obsession with Crab. Or rather Japanese spider crabs.
At certain points in the year you can't change channels without some advert for Crab legs, gleaming crab bodies or, shudder, crab miso usually on things where they really don't belong. or worse still some presenter ripping apart elongated legs with their teeth who then suddenly look as if they have seen (and felt) the second coming and exclaim "OIIIISHIIIIIII" (and sadly not this food presenter). Actually Japanese TV is dominated by these type of food programmes where presenters appear to have been chosen for their ability to pull faces and how high they can raise their voices!!! If you ever become a Japanese celebrity (and of course you would have a valuable insight on how by reading this blog first tip is currently just wear a pair of tight pants) you have about a year of massive publicity, celebrity wrestling, mobile phone charms, that all important hit single and then obscurity often with the phrase "H.G whooooo?" After that you trudge around one cooking show to the next exclaiming how each and every new food is better and tasties than the last... still there's a free meal in it for you I suppose.
Anyway yeah crab crab crab, and Fukui prefecture, located north of Shiga and next to the Japanese sea is full of crab restaurants, special dishes and the all important all you can eat (as long as its crab) halls. As soon as you step off the train your surrounded by photos of crabs, descend the train station stairs and the newsagents sells box of crabs sit on the bus and people are jostling next to you carrying big boxes of... well its not chicken lets just say that anyway its in this long legged loving errr location that we descended and at that lets leave part one.
oh but one more thing
At certain points in the year you can't change channels without some advert for Crab legs, gleaming crab bodies or, shudder, crab miso usually on things where they really don't belong. or worse still some presenter ripping apart elongated legs with their teeth who then suddenly look as if they have seen (and felt) the second coming and exclaim "OIIIISHIIIIIII" (and sadly not this food presenter). Actually Japanese TV is dominated by these type of food programmes where presenters appear to have been chosen for their ability to pull faces and how high they can raise their voices!!! If you ever become a Japanese celebrity (and of course you would have a valuable insight on how by reading this blog first tip is currently just wear a pair of tight pants) you have about a year of massive publicity, celebrity wrestling, mobile phone charms, that all important hit single and then obscurity often with the phrase "H.G whooooo?" After that you trudge around one cooking show to the next exclaiming how each and every new food is better and tasties than the last... still there's a free meal in it for you I suppose.
Anyway yeah crab crab crab, and Fukui prefecture, located north of Shiga and next to the Japanese sea is full of crab restaurants, special dishes and the all important all you can eat (as long as its crab) halls. As soon as you step off the train your surrounded by photos of crabs, descend the train station stairs and the newsagents sells box of crabs sit on the bus and people are jostling next to you carrying big boxes of... well its not chicken lets just say that anyway its in this long legged loving errr location that we descended and at that lets leave part one.
oh but one more thing
Super special new year headmaster room watch!
Today I had the special honour of being allowed into the headmasters room for a review and feedback session, and while I was given full marks and muchos compliments (thank you thank you) what really caught my eye was some of the contents of his room soooooo in the spirit of whichHeadmaster room watch! Lined up on his sideboard were three items that perfectly sums my headmaster up, which one from the list below is false.
A) A large collection of important documents.
B) a bottle of lighter fluid.
C) weight lifting bar bells.
D) some bright blue bottle of strong aftershave.
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