SPIRIT AND SPARK

It was a dream in which I was sampling Asian desserts at the booth during a sake festival. Now, I should clarify that I am not particularly fond of either sake or Asian desserts. Black sesame soup, red bean pudding? Mmm, no. But there was a woman there who had spirit and spark. And I was trying to convince her that snow pears are wonderful.

There is snow pear on the counter in the kitchen.
Which I think I will eat tomorrow. It is time.
Snow pears are indeed wonderful.

日本酒
清酒

Also, a sake made by a Dutch company (our flag was on the bottle) won five prizes at the festival. Which is berserk. We don't make sake. And this was in fact made by Dutch Americans in San Francisco. Not the Netherlands.
Sold in square bottles. Like genever.

All I can say is the woman enjoying the Asian desserts was quite engaging. Mmm.
How odd that she was on the fence about snow pears.
It takes all kinds.

There's also something off kilter about naming the product Deshima (出島) in honour of a trade ghetto. Snarky, almost. In addition to not making sake, we Dutch are not known for snark either. But as I said, it was a dream. Anything is possible in dreams.


For three nights in a row I've slept badly. Thursday night and Friday night it was fireworks, car alarms, and howling dogs. Last night I woke up to go pee (No, it was NOT because of sake) and couldn't easily get back to sleep. An ache in the lower extremities.



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