I'm originally from Arizona, where ordering seafood it like rolling the dice with food poisoning. When I moved to California I ate SO MUCH seafood, that my boyfriend's mother complained and thought I was ordering the most expensive thing on the menu just because I could. I love pasta, so it always ended up being some sort of seafood pasta. But don't tell me to order what I want and then bitch at me about it. Sheesh.
Yummmm. Man this conversation is making me so hungry.
Oh goodness. I've made myself hungry, and I don't have enough seaweed to make another batch
For some reason I really like the seaweed. I like how it rips. I dunno.


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