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The size of my HEAD

There have been many things that I have been awestruck about this end of the country.

For one - and those of you who know me, big eye roll please - the weather!! The fact that I went for a run in January IN MY SHORTS was fansatically wonderful. The fact that I ran past the mountains was even better.

For another - the food. So much deliciously exotic food surrounds my new home. Thai. Vietnamese. Portuguese. Chinese. Irish (HEYit's still foreign!! and delicious..)

But what has struck me most about the food, what blew my mind, was the SIZE of the pieces of sushi and sashimi.

Yes that IS my chopstick, NOT a toothpick.

Clearly if you are from the Vancouver area YOU HAVE BEEN HOLDING OUT ON US because no one has EVER told me about the amazing size of the pieces you get out here. Either that, or Tokyo Joe's has just opened and is will be going out of business in a week's time for selling WAY TO MUCH FISH for WAY TOO LITTLE!!

I have lived in Korea and while I have never been to Japan, I would guess that they would dish out the same sized pieces of sushi and I can tell you NEVER in my time spent in Korea did I ever come across a piece of sashimi so delectible and divine and AS BIG AS MY HEAD as I have here in Richmond BC.

No snow, variety of food, sashimi that fills you up - its all just made my week.


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