Green Tea Mochi

So. I'm having lunch with myself in a little Asian deli around the corner from my new job. Third day. I love the place. I will rue the first day I don't. I mean come on, I'm typing my bloggy thing out right, here at my desk 'cause 1. I can and 2. it is encouraged. Dig it.

Anyhoo...lunch...in Soho, Asian deli...I choose sushi (yes, I'm starving now) and next to odd shaped cookies and sweet things I see this cute little green blob that says something about cream filling and green tea on the label. Why not?

I buy my food, sit down by the window and break out my book (thank you Mom) . I eat my Dragon Sushi remembering that I always have the following issue with sushi and never remember it until I'm eating it:

"Do you put the whole thing in your mouth or bite it in half?"

I recall having many little pretty sushii disassemble and fall to their deaths down my chin and on my plate...after I've struggled trying to use my front teeth to cut through the outer seaweed layer thing.

I put the whole piece in. I feel like the fat guy in the Monty Python sketch. I should look this up. What is the flippin' sushi etiquette for silly Americans using disposable chop sticks?

Again, I digress...after I decide to mangle each piece before I place them in my mouth, I finish the sushi and I unwrap the green blob.

Mochi, I think.

I wipe the avocado off the sticks and poke the blob. It doesn't rupture. So I pick it up and take a bite. Weird, like semi-sweet dough and then, yum, cream, like, fresh-from-a-cow, no, angel, no, Madonna's breast, ok, ew, angelic-cow-cream-filling. I didn't notice a Green Tea theme though. But then again, I wouldn't have noticed Clive Owen dancing on my head. I was a little distracted by the cream. New to my palette and yum.

I decide to walk around as I have another 15 minutes and I round the block.

There. Is. The 'Ohio Theater'.

I'm suddenly blasted back to last year. The last show I worked on, Largo Desolato. In the Vaclav Havel Festival. Where I met Greg. Performed with many of my favorite folks. Really nice memories. Aren't those great?

Then I realize, the very back of the building I'm calling my 'job-home' now...the back of the building I have keys to...IS the VERY little spot we, the Largo cast, used to hang out at before the show and run lines. Every night. Such tantalizing times. Flirting with Greg while we thought no one was looking. Laughing and joking and loving my colleagues. Within minutes we were all about to take some big risks together...in a couple of hours...you gotta trust, respect and love those folks and we did! Such good memories. Such good folks. Good times, good times...

And to think...almost exactly a year ago...I was standing on those little stairs...not knowing my happy future...not knowing I would be inside that very building typing these words and having these good memories. Crazy!

New flavors and old. That is so New York man.

I'm going to try the pink blob tomorrow.