Sunday, October 30, 2016

Morimoto Waikiki Beach Honolulu Oct. 2014

It all started for me many years ago...
Once while I was watching the Food Channel (my favorite), a show called "Iron Chef" was on. I had never heard of it before and well what the heah,  I decided to give it a go.
Needless to say after watching every episode, taping, yes VHS taping most of the shows I was hooked.
The show was produced in Japan by Fuji TV with voice over in English as it was broadcast in Japanese.
What the chef's were doing was mind boggling to me. Eventually Marg also became hooked.
There was a young Chef named Masaharu Morimoto who first appeared in 1998. His cooking genius became legendary.

Well yesterday October 21st 2014 Marg & I were able to eat at one of his restaurants in Honolulu.


The experience is something that is difficult to describe. You really have to be a foodie, food snob, chef to understand...
You also have to truly enjoy eating sushi, and the art of sushi itself.

What is your passion?
Mine is eating! 
To achieve the level of eating I enjoy I have spent years cooking, learning and eating. 
In the past I have attended various culinary schools. Spent numerous hours watching the finest chef's in the world via various cooking shows and movies, learning through it all.

We had made reservations as I did not know how busy the restaurant might be, and we had a very small window to attend. 
Waikiki is not just around the corner from Firestone Colorado...
I chose lunch as it would fit our budget and schedule best. 
Our almost private lunch is to date the greatest culinary experience Marg & I have ever experienced. 
Lunch at Morimoto Honolulu...

A light rain was falling as we left our hotel, with my trusty smartphone and GPS it looked as if we could walk there. Off we went on our adventure.
Even with the blasted GPS I could not find Morimoto's. I had to ask for directions from someone who was standing outside the entrance to the restaurant, DUH...
No worries, we had arrived.

Yes we had high expectations as we had followed his career for over 20 years! 
The wait staff was very helpful and patient with a couple of hillbilly's like us...
We asked our waitress & waiter for recommendations and started on our culinary extravaganza. 
No expense will be spared, as we never thought that we would be able to do this again...
Every dish was beyond our expectations. 
The Saki sampler warmed Marg's tummy and gave her a "sun settin'" glow...
Being able to eat this caliber of food is still mind boggling to me. Marg & I had lunch at Morimoto on Waikiki...

Someday we hope to experience his creations again. Though once you have climbed Everest what else is there?

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Tending to the herd

Motoagriculture, yep that's what I am now a master of. With 50 in the herd there is always something that needs fixin', fed or corralled. Thank God I do not have to breed them!
I now have even more respect for farmers/ranchers taking care of their herd and grazing land.
As a motoagriculturist extraordinaire I spent this amazingly hot end of October day, trying to finish up herd maintenance before winter sets in.

Replace a clutch cable
Replace a front tire
Replace a fork seal
Diagnose a no starty fucky problem, then fix it
Air up them hooves
Diagnose/fix a slipping clutch
Fix The Mule (Junior) belching problem (exhaust pipe just about ready to blow off, loose studs).

Rotate the stock from one container to another
Test ride the shit out of each of the animals I worked on (got to ride 'em like a student, ya' know).

All work done in a fenced in corral around our two 40' steel barns for our trusty herds storage.
No bloody knuckles! 
Only (yes only) a few expletives verbalized, we had a class going on near the corral. 

Couple of days before I had to do maintenance on our "grazing field" (parking lot). There was a massive divot that showed up, engineers said it was ground water problem. A few of my most trusted instructors/cowpokes and I felt that a meteor had hit the west end of our field and bounced/skipped at least another 1/2 dozen times down the parking lot/grazing land leaving smaller divots. 


Anyway we were able to repair our field damage (painting a lot of lines and dots) after the massive asphalt repair trucks came in and tore the shit out of our lovely field.
Ah life of the motoagriculturist.