I’ve been mostly conscious for about 24 hours and I feel like Liston in the 7th round. Still, woozy is good, it beats alert, and brings you closer to nature.
As it is National Eel Day–Doyo no Ushi no Hi–in Japan, 7/27/12, we brought bento boxes of unagi on board, and before you know it, chopsticks and cold beer aided in the eating.
Not much looked flavorful once we landed nor in the air, except that unagi, and hunger was only sated by two big, square sides.
Tonight: Pasta of course with a veal Bolognese. Must…stay…conscious.