This last one is an iridescent octopus. Because one can never have too many octopi. I honestly don't remember who gave him to me, only that I didn't buy him.

My mom's German. She came over in '57 or so to work for a bank in Manhattan. As you might imagine, my childhood was filled with meat and potatoes kinds of dishes, but with an ethnic flavor. Rouladen, frikadellen, rotkohl, knackwurst - these were words I grew up with. The food wasn't spicy, for the most part, just yummy. Though the flavor palette was somewhat limited.

In college and later on, I started to discover all the wonderful foods the world had to offer. When hubby and I would travel with our son, (this was when we had money for travel and we didn't spend money on much else) the rule was chain restaurants only as a last resort.

Indian, Sichuan, Mexican, Ethiopian, Greek, Japanese, Moroccan, Middle Eastern, Hunan, Vietnamese, Spanish, Korean, Polish - the world was there for the tasting. While I may be able to have some of these cuisines more often than others, I don't really have a favorite. It's the variety, the unique qualities of each that make them wonderful. Sadly, many of the restaurants we loved while traveling no longer exist. That's the nature of the restaurant business. That doesn't mean I'm going to stop looking, and if I'm in your town, I'm most likely going to pester you for recommendations. ;)

Angel's here this week with a bit of a geek confession.

There was a show once, a little thing called Firefly. It ran a sparse few episodes and then through the moronitis of various studio executives, was canceled. I'm not along in my undying love of the show, I know that. A million voices cried out in anguish when it was canceled.

OK. I don't know if it was a million. I didn't count. But we have such a dearth of perfect SF TV series. You can throw other titles at me, go ahead, but nothing, nothing will ever match this one for me. It was the perfect ensemble cast - great actors playing quirky, sometimes sociopath characters with depth. Nine characters gazing out into the vastness of space and seeing something different:

There was universe building, There were political intrigues large and small. There were good guys and bad guys and lots (LOTS!) of gray areas. There was action, angst, funny moments and some of the best dialogue I've ever come across on television.

Oh, and spaceships and EVA's and interesting plots lines and Jayne's hat. If you're one of the lucky people who has yet to experience the wonder of this series, go do so now. It's stayed with me so strongly all this time, and though I'm still bitter that they wrenched it away from us, it's nice to know that there are tons of fans out there more rabid than I am.

I will, in moments of bleakness, sing the theme song still, that anthem to last-ditch hope defiance that still gives me chills:

Take my love, take my land, take me where I cannot stand... I don't care, I'm still free, you can't take the sky from me...