Day: March 10, 2011

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Pure Sushi (Japanese Bistro and Sake Bar) Eugene, OR

I passed a bunch of sushi places today, so, having had a craving for sushi for about a month, I did some research about which one within walking distance would be the best. The winner was Pure on 5th Avenue.

This restaurant is located in a building with a number of other international restaurants. It overlooks a courtyard. The decor is interesting; the red feels very ‘Asian’, but the heavy wood and leather furniture felt German!

I was seated promptly and ordered a pot of fragrant jasmine tea. The menu is huge to the point of being overwhelming, so I decided to go with a ‘combination’ meal for $17.95. This got me:

-a hearty miso soup, one of the best I have ever had;

-a bowl of ‘black rice’, which is actually a pretty purple shade. Most of the negative comments about this restaurant refer to this rice, but I did not find anything wrong with it except, perhaps, that it doesn’t clump as well as sticky white. It has the texture of brown rice, but only a hit of its nutty flavour. The most descriptive thing I can say about it is yum!

-3 pieces veggie (green bean, broccoli, and yam) tempura;

-1 piece shrimp tempura;

-one piece of a big round fried thing that looked like a hash brown but was pasty like yams and sweet like shrimp;

-two pieces of small balls that were crispy on the outside and pasty on the inside that tasted vaguely like onion rings;

-three large pieces of tuna sashimi, as red and sweet as kisses;

-6 pieces California roll (striking with the ‘purple’ rice);

-a large chicken breast, sliced, grilled and basted in teriyaki sauce over cabbage

Talk about rolling out of there STUFFED!

There wasn’t a false note to the meal or the service. I was very impressed. Even if the food had just been ‘okay’, the meal would have been very good value. With it being as good and fresh as it was, it was excellent value. I highly recommend Pure!

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First Impressions of Eugene

My friend Joan came down to Eugene today to take me out for lunch (which ended up being brunch). We’d met briefly at the Seattle RV show. We talked about our current projects. She is at the stage I was at in late spring of ’08, on the cusp of major life changes and not sure exactly what shape they will take. How exciting!

After eating, she took me out around Eugene so I could get a feel for what there is around the area where I’m staying. I’m in a rather industrial and lower income neighbourhood. A lot of the homes are brightly coloured and buildings housing former businesses have been repurposed. Another thing I noticed is the large number of RVs permanently parked on the side of the road. I don’t have all the details about Eugene’s policy about RV parking, but it seems laxer than in other communities.

There are tons of restaurants, cafés, and art galleries within walking distance. If the weather is good tomorrow morning I will go for a long walk. I was going to do that this morning, but I’d been given the wrong gate key and was locked into the RV compound. Oops!

One of the places Joan took me that I would need to drive to is Trader Joes. I have heard so much about this chain of stores and now I can’t wait to go back there and get some groceries! Lovely products, and at very reasonable prices. I wanted one of every kind of cheese they had!

I’m really grateful to be able to park in this location for the week until my appointment. I’m just waiting for one more puzzle piece to fall into place before I’ll feel comfortable talking about that.

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Changing the Toad Windshield Wipers

I have a confession to make.

I am an independent, DIY savvy woman who can change a flat tire, install a new toilet, add an electrical outlet, and use power tools, but in my nearly sixteen years of driving, I have never had to change my own windshield wiper blades.

With my cars, I’ve always gone to Canadian Tire, where they install them at no charge. When I had service done on the vehicles in Campbell River, I let the service tech replace Miranda’s windshield wipers for me.

The blades on the toad’s windshield wipers were coming off, so it was beyond time to replace them. Being in the Pacific Northwest, good wiper blades are a necessity! So last night I picked up a pair at Walmart with the intent to install them the second I got a clear window of weather.

Figuring out what size to buy was easy. There’s a little computer in the wiper blade aisle. I used it to select the make, model, and year of my car and it told me “Driver: 22, Passenger 16.” The numbers are lengths in inches. Much easier method than the old one of looking up the information in my car manual or in a book on site!

This afternoon, the weather let up, so I went out. One of my friends joined me. We were stymied. The trilingual instructions on the back of the packages were too generic. I pulled out the car’s manual and the very clear English instructions were useless. But the French were worded just a tad differently and I figured out that ‘down’ actually meant ‘kind of up and sideways’ and I was able to side the old blade off the passenger side.

It took a bit longer to figure out how to fit on the new blade, with extra parts contained in the package serving only to confuse us. But I finally got the new wiper to click, and, oh, what a satisfying feeling! I had to relearn everything for the driver’s side, but it only took a couple of minutes to put together.

Such a small job, but it took about a half hour. Next time, it will go much more quickly!