Hope you’re feeling better, Nava.
May Bobbio’s divorce from his gall bladder be uneventful.
It was a holiday today, so I’ve had three days of getting out of bed after the sun is up. I’m looking forward to more of that, later.
I finally had the octopus balls for dinner. The boy bought them (frozen) weeks ago and for some odd reason we’ve never had a night since then where everyone felt like trying octopus balls. But they were gone this weekend (the boy and girl, not the balls), and I was tired of them taking up space in the freezer (the balls, not the boy and girl).
You know what? Octopus balls are mostly rice. Two small cubes of octopus in the center (half the size of dice). They smelled strongly of fish, but didn’t taste much like fish. I could taste a little ginger. Mostly they tasted of mushy rice.
They were OK. I microwaved them instead of frying or baking them, which the boy claims was not giving them their best shot to impress. But I was not looking to be impressed so much as I wanted to eat something simple and make room in the freezer. So I am content.
