dinner shopping @ mitsukoshi

I am NOT eating: fried chicken nor sushi. But I loaded up on a bunch of traditional Japanese veggie dishes like renkon and carrots and bamboo roots and other stuff I can't even name.

I also called Patrick, when I was in the middle of shopping, to get the PCP info on kimchee. Executive Summary: super healthy, but too salty for PCP so treat it as a rare treat. Therefore I loaded up on namuru (white/orange/brown/green veggies that seem to accompany every Korean meal ever) and ate one piece of cucumber and one piece of kabu kimchee.

Considering that we spent all afternoon checking out the Italian (Eatalian) Fest upstairs and I spent all afternoon battling grandmas with sharp elbows who were going for the free samples of cheeses and wines and hams, and though I did have small (like finger-nail sized) samples of a couple of hams, I exercised MAD Black Belt skillz:

The final booth a guy was making biscotti right in front of me. They had a BUCKET of samples. I picked up a piece, feeling its warmth and hardness, and handed it to my daughter on my shoulders so she could experience the second-best cookie in the world (the first being the elusive and exclusive Chocolate Oliver Biscuit. Which is the first thing I eat when my PCP is done and my six-pack is secured.)

I did NOT stuff my face into the bowl and eat them all. I did not even lick my fingers.

Worse (or better), my daughter DID NOT WANT THE COOKIE (bless'd thing, the fool she is) and she gave it back to me. I took it in my hand AGAIN and shoveditinmymouth gave it to my wife so that she could enjoy it.

That cookie smelled better than I ever will, and looked almost as awesome as I will look on day 90, when the mere SIGHT of my rippled pectoral and abdominal musculature will make men cry, women sigh, and children gasp.

And then, biscotti, you are MINE.