Itchy Feet and Growling Belly

My most recent addiction in television land is Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations on the Travel Channel. The loved/hated chef travels through Paris, Iceland, Vietnam, and Malayasia (oh, alright...I left out the episode about New Jersey) armed with humour and a hungry belly.

Every Tuesday morning, post-show, I awake with hungry for some exotic fare. This morning, I wanted congee. Basically, it's rice porridge, but I'm faily certain that this craving will go unfed. I don't know of anyplace local that specializes in Chinese breakfast foods. But maybe I can feed my curry jones?

Lately, I've been feeling a twinge of longing for my former job. Mired in my current temporary job boredom, I can only remember the glorious moments of employment past. Once upon a time, I took annual business trips to Europe and Asia. Unlike my boss, I wasn't overly interested in clothes shopping; I was interested in exploring and eating. I still speak lovinglingly of the breakfast buffet in my hotel in Singapore. Pure heaven! The buffet featured typical breakfast foods from around the world, allowing me to sail past the bacon and eggs, and dive into the congee and grilled salmon! Alas, today, I made do with a multi-grain English muffin and three egg whites.

I fear that I'm the only knitter who has yet to cast on for the Hopeful Knitalong, but I'm confident that tonight's yarn run will be productive. Maybe Curry Shrimp will be the reward for finding the right yarn...