When I was younger my parents would make these large beautiful pots of tomato sauce that would simmer away for hours on our stove fogging up the kitchen windows and transforming our home into a delicious pasta steam bath. On these long afternoons I would inevitably assume the role of the dreaded sauce thief - a child of incredible mystery who lurked around in the shadows awaiting the perfect moment to pounce forth and steal spoonfuls of sauce while the chefs had their backs turned. When the little redheaded thief was caught she would be scolded and told to wait until the sauce had thickened and menacingly reminded that her hair would only get redder if she kept eating so much sauce. Dejected, I would slink away to plot my next course of action while not-so-secretly vowing that when I grew up, things would be different. I would make my own bigger more delicious pots of sauce and everyone could eat as much sauce as they wanted, when they wanted - thickness and red hair be damned …
Saturday in Daegu reminded me of this old pact as I realized that I almost spent the entire day fulfilling every kid's dream - eating only deserts for breakfast, lunch, and dinner ....
Chesnuts on the train .... and cotton candy as we walked the streets ...
Chocolate fondue and cappuccino followed by a slice of tiramisu to warm us up ...
... and after all that sugar was consumed and sound check completed we returned to the love shack where we watched dirty Korean movies and speculated on where the night would take us while the girl with the
pink tights tied ribbons in her hair.
And then we started to dance ... because Rhylon's band was so damn good ...
... so we kept dancing ...
... and I no longer felt any guilt over having consumed all those sugary confections because when you dance like we did, you can eat anything...
.... and then it was time for pizza in a cup ...
...
and after that we danced some more ... but I wasn't allowed to bring my camera so she was shut in a locker until 7am ... we like to dance.
