a little sake on a Wednesday night...

Krstn and I have been sick as dogs with the gastro since Tuesday, two days after little Jello-belly got it. Her little football tummy convulsed as one muscle, throwing the contents of her bottle across the hardwood floor. But by last night, I was ready for a tiny tiny little bit of something. We had had white spaghetti with oil and parmesan for late lunch, around 430pm. Later in the evening, I warmed up the last inch of a bottle of Shobu Gekkeikan Sake (a "good sake", the kind you normally drink cold) that has been taking up space in the door of the fridge since Christmas. It was nice, but my stomach wouldn't let me finish even a half of a half of a glass. Overall, I wouldn't recommend this one.