My favorite sushi at home: Super best friends roll with avocado and ebi (shrimp) and seatbelt hotate (scallops)

It's sometimes hard to justify my love of sushi with my love of the environment. The worst is that the best tasting stuff, the toro (fatty tuna belly) is also threatening to hunt the bluefin tuna out of existence. It is a curse to be tasty!

Parking Lot

 

It's REALLY easy to find bike parking in the winter for some reason.

I have to say that while I love snow in general, snow in Philly just isn't that great because there's nowhere to put it and usually not enough of it to make skiing worthwhile. I'd love to be able to ski as cross-training for cycling or heck, just for fun, but in Philadelphia the standard rhytmn is:

Panic
Snowfall
Some more panic
Messy slush
Melt
Repeat

Family time

 
Before we headed back home, Aunt Karen, Uncle Denny and Denise and her flock stopped by to hang out for a bit. It always takes me a bit to remember all the kids names since I've only seen them on rare occasions and at holidays. Aunt Karen had unfortunately just come from the dentist where she'd had one of her teeth extracted. Not exactly the most fun way to start a week, but the novocaine hadn't worn off yet and she was hoping to see us before we headed out. We tried to roll out at about 1:00 to get back in time to see Leah off for her drive to Minnesota, but Grandma waylaid us by dragging out about 30 pounds of various foodstuffs including her unchanging chocoloate chip cookies, ranch oyster crackers, horseradish sauce and jars of jelly. She was still trying to lug all of that upstairs in one trip, hoisting the bag one step at a time when I stopped her and carried it up myself. She's probably lived so long from sheer feistyness.

Writing names in the snow

 

Sioux City got a bit less snow than we did in Ames, but they had some risidual drifts from earlier in the month. Monday morning Ian, Asa and I went for a hike at Stone Park, just north of Grandma's house. It's always good to see the countryside around Sioux City and the loess hills were scenic as usual. I've been thinking about various places to take a bike tour, and it would be great to ride the hills up the Missouri along the western border of Iowa some summer.

Best present

 

I got this cleaver from my grandmother by way of my dad. The cleaver used to belong to my granfather who died when my dad was just 7. Grandpa Ritz was a butcher for a while, among other jobs he held, and this was one of the cleavers he used for work. I'm not sure exactly the next time I'll need to do some serious work on a big hunk of animal, but I know what knife I'll be reaching for.

Seen on the Street

 


Spotted this on my way to survey some bike rack locations this week. I'm not exactly sure what the message is, but I have a feeling that these "Traveller" guys are probably interested in motorcycles and women.

Asa's Slide Show

 

Christmas at last

 

It has been our tradition as young, and not so young adults, to drive up to Sioux City for Christmas to spend some time with Grandma Ritz. She's in her 93rd year and despite a fall off of the front stairs at her house which knocked out one of her teeth and broke her wrist this July, she's doing marvelous. Nearly as cantankerous as ever, and MORE than willing to send you home with 5 pounds of cookies,some jelly, horseradish and lest I forget, ham. Ian, Asa and I arrived at about 6:30 and following the great success we had with cooking her dinner last time, whipped up some cheese steaks for dinner. After dinner Asa pulled out his laptop and showed her pictures of his trip last year to Chile. She was duly impressed, but kind of lost track of where exactly Chile was. She then produced some map placemats that she had been saving for just that purpose, got her bearings and we were back on the way.