My first swordfish experience

Ever since I started cooking for myself regularly, I’ve tried my best to diversify my food intake. Today, I had swordfish.

Swordfish filet

While I was out grocery shopping, I noticed that a new shipment of swordfish had randomly come in. I had never tried swordfish before (the closest thing I’ve had to it was shark’s fin, and I don’t even remember what that tasted like), so I wanted to get the experience. The filet was also unexpectedly expensive, at US$17 per pound.

I cooked it how I normally cook meat – I minimize seasoning to just the essentials, like salt and pepper, in order to get the most flavor out of the actual meat as possible. I also added a dash of lemon juice after it was done cooking.

Basically, my conclusion is that there is no other meat that is as not worth it than swordfish. Sure, it’s possible that I just cooked and seasoned it completely wrong, but there is barely any flavor, and it just tastes like a tougher and milder regular fish.

Am I glad that I tried it? Yes. But will I ever have it again? Not unless someone else cooks it for me for free.

 

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Surprise, I’m going back home to California

Hardly a surprise, but my week in Chicago is over, and I’m headed back to California.

I actually got trolled by this flight – I ended up riding a Boeing 787 Dreamliner for the first time, but they actually use Panasonic Internet instead of Gogo Inflight Internet, which meant I wasn’t able to take advantage of the fact that T-Mobile One gives me free wifi all flight. It was something like $19 for Internet for the whole flight, and I didn’t really feel like paying for it, so I instead decided to sleep the whole flight. I guess that also meant I completely forgot to take photos until we landed.

Luckily, California is nothing like Illinois in terms of storms, and we were actually able to land after taking a more logical path to the airport. (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, refer to my blog post from August 21 where I showed the route we took to try and land while avoiding midwestern storms.)

Back home to California

Of course, there’s nothing that says “home sweet home” like the repulsive odor of cigarette smoke in Los Angeles International Airport. I walked my way out to the ride service area so I could get an Uber to take me back to my apartment 50+ miles away in Corona on the other side of the Santa Ana mountains.

Back home to California

 

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They remodeled the martial arts academy where I used to train

Back when I was still a resident of Illinois and spent a ton of my time at the family business, there was a martial arts academy conveniently next door where I would train and help others train. I moved away from Illinois in November 2016 and went to California, and a few months after that, the martial arts academy actually moved as well (although, not as far as I did).

The owners found a decent spot a few miles away that had much more space and a lot of windows so passersby can look in and see what’s going on.

The new Keumgang Martial Arts Academy in Mundelein, IL

I think the new location and new setup are more-or-less decent, but what I was impressed with was the wall art. What I was more impressed about was the fact that one of the owners actually painted those on the wall himself, with the aid of his students. The juxtapositioning could’ve been done a bit better, but overall, in person, the art is actually pretty incredible.

Curious to see what the school looked like at the old location? Luckily for you, I have this convenient video we filmed, where I have unrealistically short hair and the artist is actually the one doing the kicks.

 

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Something annual Buffalo Wild Wings season trip thing

If you’ve known me for a long time (and by a long time, I mean several years), you might know that I had a tradition called the Annual Buffalo Wild Wings Winter Trip. It started completely randomly when we realized we had gone to Buffalo Wild Wings in the middle of the winter, surrounded by snow, for two years in a row. It was also more significant back then because all of my friends and I were off at different universities trying to earn our undergraduate degrees, and this was the time when we all came back for academic break.

After we graduated with our Bachelor’s degrees and we went different paths – some got employed while others went to different graduate schools for Master’s degrees – the tradition sort of died down. The tradition then proceeded to completely die after I moved to California, because I was the main one who organized the trips and vlogged them.

I don’t know if this counts, but seeing as I’m back in Illinois for a week, Ed and I decided to go to Buffalo Wild Wings. We didn’t vlog this trip, and we didn’t see our old server Adam who was our waiter for a few years in a row (who ended up moving out-of-state), but we still got our boneless chicken.

Buffalo Wild Wings with Ed

Buffalo Wild Wings with Ed

Buffalo Wild Wings with Ed

Ed proceeded to look at the second photograph, see his own face, and say “what a beautiful boy.”

 

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Hi Coco

This is my first time seeing Coco since late November 2016, which is literally nine months ago. She came along with my parents to the airport when they came to pick me up from O’Hare, and she actually recognized me walking up to the car and literally leaped out of the car when I opened the door to get in.

Hi Coco

Hi Coco

Hi Coco

If you can’t tell, yes, Coco is also a Yorkshire terrier, just like Mango. But, Coco is a lot older – she’s no longer a baby – so her hair has fully gone through the color-changing process, so she is tan and silver instead of black. But yes, when she was younger, she was indeed much darker.

 

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Surprise, I’m going to Chicago

And of course, the day that I chose to travel had to be a day it was storming in Illinois.

Surprise, I'm going to Chicago

Surprise, I'm going to Chicago

Unfortunately, no first class upgrade this time, but it didn’t really matter – I’m thin and flexible enough that I can actually get decently comfortable in regular economy seating. But, what else was unfortunate that didn’t quite fall under the “didn’t really matter” category was the fact that we couldn’t fly through the storms in Illinois.

One amazing thing about me living in California now is that there are barely any poor weather conditions. Now, of course, when it does end up raining, everyone drives at 50% of the speed limit because apparently they’re terrified that their cars’ anti-lock braking systems will all fail, but that happens very rarely. Illinois, on the other hand, has storms all the time.

Our pilot wanted to avoid going through high winds, so we ended up going around the storm.

Literally.

Surprise, I'm going to Chicago

Notice how I was flying from Los Angeles International Airport, which is in southern California, but somehow approached Chicago from Wisconsin … yes, we literally had to go that far out of our way to avoid storms.

 

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Mango got his first haircut

An interesting thing about Yorkshire terriers is their changing hair color. Baby Yorkshire terriers are generally mostly black, but as they age, their hair turns more silver and tan. This usually happens as they get closer to adulthood, but for Mango, it seems to be happening a lot earlier.

Mango taking a nap after his first haircut

You can’t really tell the difference from that photo, because he still looks pretty black – this was taken after his haircut and bath, which clearly exhausted him. The color change most likely isn’t noticeable because he’s curled up in a ball, and the lighting in the bedroom wasn’t really that great.

But, if you take a look at this “before and after” comparison photo that Karen posted:

https://www.instagram.com/p/BX6799Ng_h3/

Yes, that is still the same dog. I actually like him a lot better like this – he actually looks like an alert and intelligent puppy now, rather than a shaggy old man.

 

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