One before last weekend in Philadelphia, crossing more off the bucket list with a busy Saturday revolving around 3 Ms: Mutter Museum & Morimoto.
The former happened in the mid afternoon (couldn’t believe the museum closes at 5:00 pm, seems so early). No one was better suited to join me in those creepy adventures than my friends J. & C. The boys were jumping around from skeleton to skeleton and skull to skull and I was trying to stay composed at the view of those deformed embryos, Siamese babies attached by the head, so on and so force. The story of the original “Siamese” twins (whom were actually Chinese), their 21 children and difference of character gave us the good laugh we needed before leaving the place. Two things I’ll take out of it: a new respect for surgeons (what’s in there is darn ugly and all looks the same to me) and a renewed gratitude for having a working body and no weird genetical disease.
The later, was, well, later… I decided to take my BFF, A., for a celebratory dinner of our eight years of friendship. Cocktails, edamame, lobster salad, sushi combination… It was a feast of deliciousness. Was the dinner worth the price tag? Maybe. Maybe not. The friendship was, definitely. Not the best sushi I ever had (which was in a small Japanese restaurant in Park City, UT) but a serious freshness and variety of fish; and that lobster salad (with avocado & orange slices) was out of this world. I wish I had enough appetite to try one of the entree, where I’d think Masaharu Morimoto’s talent probably shines best but that will be for another time…
Overall, very happy to have avoided the hors of drunk, green, leprechauns last night and to have had a very “grown-up” day instead.
To go with the temperature drop and the still clear blue sky, to match the changing foliage, to warm up our fingers, our chests and our souls, there is nothing like a nice cup of hot apple cider.
