Wackyfish

The fish Tikka Massala turned out… well. It didn’t exactly taste like tikka massala but it was close, and still pretty damn good. Ema came over and played co-pilot in the kitchen for me.

I have to say a few words about “O lo’u matua Amerika” (my American parents) here. I dig them. I super dig them. It’s neat when you grow up and you think your parents are neat people and not just people who raised you. My mom is smart, witty and cleverly funny, my dad is very loving and funny in a silly way. And they are both great people with wonderful hearts who live their lives in honorable and exemplary ways. As an adult I both admire and respect them. And I miss them so much. For many years I lived 30 min away from them and never saw them. I didn’t really miss them like I do now. Maybe something about knowing they were close enough to drive to, if I ever really needed them was enough. But now they are thousands of miles away and I have been feeling like a kid who has gone off to camp and is away from home for the first time. They will be here in less than two months for a visit. I cannot wait.