Mongolian Stress

Does eating at Mongolian barbecue ever stress anyone else out? For those who may not know what it is... basically you go through a 'salad' bar type of line, pick out your raw meat, veggies and sauce. You pay for the monster bowl, and walk it over to guy who 'cooks' it for you on this big black circle that looks like a griddle the size of a large round kitchen table. I have attached a picture for reference. Cook asks what kind of rice you want and then throws it on to start cooking. There are usually a few people in front of and behind you when you go there....and of course their food is also cooking on the griddle right along side yours. The cooks have these big sticks where they walk around and stir up the food, one 'bowl' at a time. Here's the part that stresses me out: you don't get a number...you don't give them your name....you just hand them your bowl and off it cooks, with 8 other bowl contents frying right up next to yours. When it's ready, they just put the bowl on the counter for pickup. This stresses me out, I feel like I have to sit there and watch my bowl so that no one else takes it by accident. Or worse, what if the cook slips and combines 2 bowls on the griddle! It's pretty funny to think about, I mean worse case scenario is just a big pain the neck. Regardless, I've decided from now on I will just go sit down and let Dan handle the stress.

My friend Davis has been blogging way before anyone even knew what a blog was. He so graciously blogged about my blog, so I'd like to return the favor. The site is especially whitty, and I recommend you make your way over there. 'Spiels' are his journal entries, and he has an especially clever section for pictures. http://www.cravingbagels.com/ - Make sure to check it out, you will not be disappointed!

I need to workout today, I am not motivated - perhaps I will go bunny watch instead.