What I did tonight:

First, I went to the oriental store around the block to purchase some missing ingredeients for Miso Soup. All I needed really was the mushrooms and miso paste, but wound up getting the "Kim-Chi of death (below). The recipe is pretty stright forward:

Reconstitute the shrooms, slice really thin and rinse. Bring the water to a boil, add the base. Stir it, take about a cup out, put it in a small bowl and dump the paste and whisk it, return to pot along with seaweed, tofu, and shrooms. Stir and simmer for about 5 minutes. While that's simmering, dump the noodles into a pot of boiling water and turn off the heat. Drain and plop into the soup.

The soy paste is pretty salty, but I couldn't find a difference between the $7/kg vs the $2/kg as far as the nutritional label goes.

Anyway, while this was prepped I tried to open up a big jar of kim-chi to snack on Since my left hand is borked atm, I tried to muscle the lid off for about 2 hours and damn near gave up. I was tired, sore, and no kim-chi. I really wanted it but wasn't about to ask someone to open it but was frustrated so I attempted the brute force method. it worked. (Note the tools used)

While I was doing this, Sebastian was constantly trying to figure out what another pair of vice grips smelled like; he was scared of them for some reason. I was watching in amazement as he cautiously sniffed them with his tail poofed and his hair raised when I heard a crash from the office. Ebby was attempting to rearrange the furniture to best suit her and didn't consult me about any changes.

Anyway, the soup got done.

Was pretty cool watching the brownian motion of the soy paste. Tiny storms in a cup.