Bat for Lashes - Siren Song (Live at Morning Becomes Eclectic)

I used to be one of those kids whose favorite part of drinking soda was the foamy part on the top. I would look forward to those ten seconds of sweet tingling effervescence before it faded away into the glass. Most people dislike that foam and try to pour their drinks to reduce the frequency of it.

This I pondered last night as I ate Nepalese food by myself on my mother's birthday. The latest failed attempt at having a civilized family dinner allowed me the freedom to pick something new. The end result was a new favorite food. This may be a gross Americanized view of Nepalese food but I feel like it's somewhere in the middle between Indian food and Chinese or Vietnamese food. The favors are not overpowering like in most of the Indian food I've tried, and in the dish I tried, the taste of fresh coriander was at the forefront of the meal, accompanied with mixed veges and mushroom. I even tried a Nepalese beer, ironically called Mustang. I guess that's where the reminiscence of foamy carbonated beverages came into play.

The sun is finally shining in all its glory on my two days off. I'm going to enjoy it by pedaling my ass off on my new (used) bike. She's been sitting in my room all most totally unused while I waited on getting her a lock. She's a bubblegum vintage road bike and spunky as hell. I'm looking forward to getting used to riding again and doing it as well or better than I used to.