June 6, 2014: Akemi should get her own sitcom!

Zoodles.  That’s what Akemi calls the above-pictured dish.  It’s the disrespectful vegan version of spaghetti in which pasta is substituted with zucchini strips, yielding a culinary catastrophe that is both disgusting in appearance AND flavor yet less starchy and calorie-laden.  In fairness, that would have also been the case had she substituted shoelaces instead.

My review: “It tastes like dirt.”

Her review: “Why do vegan people lie to me?”

Why?  Because they’re evil.

Sadly, Akemi had to fly solo on this one as I opted for the less-healthy salmon burger and roasted broccoli.

Fortunately for her, we had a big lunch today at Fable.  Akemi enjoyed her meal but found the air-conditioned room way too cold for her shorts and t-shirt ensemble, so she improvised a shawl using our napkins:

Seriously, I felt like I was out with my kooky aunt, the one who’d go shopping in her bathrobe and slippers.

Yesterday, Akemi was going through the old medicine cabinet, tossing out expired pills belonging to “the former administration”.  Every so often, she would present me with a bottle and inquire about its contents.  Selenium.  Magnesium.  Milk thistle.  And this -

After I explained what it was – and what it did – she drew the following helpful diagram as a future reminder:

Finally, today Akemi was inquiring about the phrase “born with a silver spoon in their mouth”.  She wanted to know: “Why silver and not gold?  Gold is better, no?” Well, yes.  I didn’t have an answer for her outside of the fact that the alliteration of silver spoon sounds so much nicer.  She wondered if there was a similar phrase to suggest someone born to simpler means: “…like born with Mcdonalds plastic spoon in his mouth?”

Hmmm.  I don’t know.  Doesn’t ring a bell.

Anyone?