No cooking again last night for me. Former neighbour here in the condo came and we went to a lovely little Japanese restaurant basically across the street from me. It is the tiniest little house that's been there forever. Their main dining room is about half as big as my living room. Always busy. I am not familiar with Japanese food, so I asked her to order. great food, wonderful presentation, and I, of course had to ask for a fork. So embarassing. I think I'll try the "sticks" at home when it doesn't matter when I mess up. I do like my food with a little more spice, but it was good.
Lisa was my neighbour, in both the condo unit directly beside mine, as well as in the parking garage, and we hit it off from the first day we parked our cars side by side. She's a registered nurse and one day shortly after I moved here she was coming home from a shift in the OR. She was tired, I asked her what she had planned for dinner................"Probably a bowl of cereal"... So I said "I'm making chicken livers, would you like to come over?" She had never had them loved them, asked for the leftovers for lunch the next day, and from then on she was ready to try basically anything I made!
Unfortunately, I lost the battle of where she decided to live, boyfriend and a house by the Niagara river won. Silly girl, right?????