What I did on my weekend
Considering the questionable weather, the Satos had a fairly good weekend. Saturday, we saw the Yankees beat Seattle at Yankee Stadium. I’m not a Yankee fan (I much prefer the Bosox), but I do so much more appreciate a game at the stadium to one on the teley, so I’ll take what I can get.
The highlight of the game for us was that Things 1 & 2 appeared on the jumbotron. Woot.

Thing 3 did not make it to the game. We only had 4 tickets, so Thing 3 was shuttled off to my sister’s in Queens. She had sleepover with cousin1. Cousin 1’s mother is brave. She hosted Thing 3, entertained her Thing 1 with my Thing 3, and also kept an eye on her own Thing 2 who’s not even 1 yet. All while BIL was at a cricket tournament in Philly.
Anyway, one of the best things about the game was the fabulous amount of knitting I got done. I’m working on two socks on one circ (super duper magic loop, I suppose).

Um, the claw hand is not mine–it belongs to DH. The sock progress was amazine. I finished the leg and started on the heel flap by the time we left the parking lot. Last night I turned the heel, and now I’m on the gusset. The 2 socks on one circ is a great technique–said to alleviate “2nd sock syndrome.” Unfortunately, I followed the advice of the book’s author and used two different yarns for my first “sample” pair, meaning, I will now probably fall prey to “3rd and 4th sock syndrome.”
BTW, the game was freezing. I had to dig out winter coats, hats, fingerless mitts, etc. to keep warm. Therefore, once we shook ourselves free of traffic, we stopped in Palisades Park for some of our favorite Korean soft tofu.

This restaurant specializes in “soft tofu;” it’s served with steamed rice cooked in an earthenware pot. My soft tofu was “very spicy” (see how red it is). It was soooooo hot, both in a spicy and warm sense, which was the perfect end to the perfect day.
BTW again, see the white rice in the pot–the rice closest to the bowl gets all hard and crunchy. At this restaurant, when you’re at that point, the waitress pours some weak tea in your pot, to help you get the rice off and it’s a perfect finish to the hot and spicy meal. When I lived in Japan, I loved the crusty rice. I later learned that there’s a specific vocab word for that type of rice (”okoge” pronounced oh koh gay). What sorta funny about that word is that it’s slang for girls that hang out with (or stick to the sides of) gay men. I know, I know, that’s a random piece of information, but I just like that visual imagery.













































































