With apologies to Akira Kurosawa and Toshio Mifune, I felt like a ronin (a masterless samurai) last week (not the samurai part, the masterless part).
And I use kitchen knives, not samurai swords.
Did some work at the vegan/raw kitchen, for the Hawaiian beef chip people (see previous post), and the chocolate shop. Whew!
Sure is a change from my previous life. I think that’s a good thing.
One of The Cat’s relatives is in town today, dinner at Ocean House (Nom!) to watch the sunset. No vegan/raw food tonight. Redemption is in sight. Hee hee!
The adventure continues…