I haven’t had a bento since last Thursday and this is due to the cold from hell. On Friday Buddy had it pretty bad and so I stayed home to watch him. Unfortunately I picked it up from him and for the last 3 days I’ve felt that confusion, “Am I hot? Am I cold? I have a fever, yet I have chicken skin, wtf?” My head has felt like it was going to explode and Mr. Pikko has been hacking away next to me like coughing is going out of style. Thankfully, I do not have a cough, but he definitely does it enough for both of us. I don’t feel enough like a bitch to tell him his coughs are making my headache worse.
As if this cold wasn’t bad enough, my kids were taken in the night and replaced with little demons. Buddy has had what my sitter called “Night Terror” which basically means he shrieks his head off every hour and cannot be comforted. Picking him up is only wise if you enjoy hard kicks to your exceptionally tender stomach. This does wonders for our heads, obviously.
Add to that, I have committed many dastardly crimes against my sweet children. Mommy must learn the following when she feels better:
1. Mommy shall not declare it “brush teeth time” while Curious George is still on.
2. Mommy shall not fold jelly bread in half.
3. Mommy shall not threaten to delete The Rugrats Movie off the TiVo.
4. Mommy shall not give her children Apple Jacks in a play food bowl because it is “too small”.
5. Mommy shall not give milk when asked for milk, for her children really wanted juice.
6. Mommy shall not refuse to read Where The Wild Things Are more than three times in a row.
7. Mommy shall not pick out the wrong pink shirt to wear to school.
8. Mommy shall not say for the third day in a row that she’s been too sick to go buy more milk.
9. Mommy shall not pour into the green cup instead of the blue cup.
10. Mommy shall not state that it is “too dangerous” to turn around while driving to look at every pair of Fruit Loops miraculously stuck together.
I write this down now so that when I’m 90 years old and driving my children insane, I can say, HAY KIDS, go look at my blog entry on April 29, 2008, you’ll see why I’m so demanding!
Last Thursday before we became deathly ill we actually went out with some friends, which is now causing me to wonder if this is bachi for actually going out without our kidlets. D: We met at Yakiniku Million, which was an old haunt during the college days. Back in the late 1990s this place was that hole in the wall place that had some godly dish that everyone had to have. All of us would drool on the drive down (with the exception of one guy who was made to sit in the trunk of the hatchback since we only had one car) at the thought of their side order meat jun.
Millions had, hands down, THE best meat jun in town. All of us would order the same thing: side order meat jun. Sometimes we’d bring someone new and he’d order BBQ chicken and we’d look at him like he had two heads. They served it with a lettuce leaf and sometimes one last piece would be hiding under there, which was so awesome we started hiding a piece under the leaf just to have a surprise at the end of the meal. Then somehow, somewhen, they changed cooks or something. The meat jun is still really good, but it just doesn’t have that legendary taste that I remember. My current favorite is now O-Bok, at Manoa Marketplace. No sauce needed.
We ate with a different set of friends this time so we actually did order Yakiniku. I think this is Combination B or something:
Cooking the food on a grill:
Yakiniku is something Mr. Pikko just doesn’t get. He says he goes to a restaurant to get fed, not to cook his own food. He rescued both of us and ordered two side order meat jun.
There’s the meat jun in the middle. We ended up getting three plates because in the midst of the talking, our friends said, “Hey, this meat jun is pretty good!” Notice the lack of lettuce leaf though. 😦
I wasn’t really big on their sides as it was the fancier fare of Korean sides. I much rather have the take-out type veggies: bean sprouts, kim chee, mac salad, cabbage, chop chae, etc. Legendary meat jun missing aside, the food was still great. I was pretty relieved that I wasn’t the only one that took about half an hour to understand what the smoke vent was for…