Sexy Seven – Seven Facts About Sarah to Help Me Remember Who I Am

Remember who you are.”

I walk along the wall with that statement on it twice a day, everyday, sometimes more if I get lost. It’s on the west side of the alley between 3rd Street Promenade and 4th Street, and though I’m sure the bold graphics, large print and bright colors were originally intended to stand out against the buildingish scenery, a corrosive, corruptive environment has blended the artwork right into the dirty chaos that surrounds it.

At least twice a day I pass it, either from the parking garage to the office or back again, but heels clacking in a speedy stiletto blur on the asphalt, head buried in a cloud of wireless gadgetry to catch the last communication before I am cut off for a frighteningly disconnected 40 seconds in the parking garage, I never noticed it. I stopped right in front of the wall for no reason other than chance. When I read the words, they affected me, but only enough to make me take a picture. Not until I heaved myself up eight flights of stairs, hurled my three-too-many bags into the back seat of my car, and crumbled into the driver seat, did I finally let the words fully sink in.

Like a balloon the morning after a birthday party that makes its last whisper of helium before deflating into a wrinkled latex corpse, I heaved a huge sigh meant for no one but myself.

I looked down at the LCD of my digital camera that was displaying the photo I had just taken, occasionally lifting my heavy head to look out over the dash at the hazy Pacific horizon. There was a tiny steam halo on the screen where a tear had landed.


What the…? Am I..? Am I fucking…crying?!?!

I was crying. It was really really lame, which made me cry even more. I had fallen apart.

“Remember who you are.” Those words broke me down because I couldn’t do what it asked. I don’t know who I am. I can hardly remember who I used to be. Somewhere in the last three years, I’ve become a shell of the being I was before, and that’s assuming I remember — yes, “remember” — who I was.

I’m Sarah. Remember me? The one who used to love food? I could find the teeniest tiniest thing about a food and just gush on and on about it. I used to sigh over the memory of a meal. I used to savor every bite. I used to dine out on a whim. I used to cook to relax. Hell, I used to cook. Remember when something was just…delicious? I used to think something was “delicious” without wondering if I should blog about it. Remember when I was just Sarah and The Delicious Life was just…a food blog?


There are manymanymany many (!) other things involved, but the food part is what is important here and now.

I have no context, no explanation, for what happened. I didn’t stop momentarily in front of the wall in that alley for a reason – I just stopped because. No one pointed out the sentence at the bottom of the wall to me – I just looked because. No one knew that I needed a framework to help me figure me out – Foodette of RestaurantReviewWorld just tagged me with a meme because. Because that’s what bloggers do. They tag one another with memes.

The Foodette calls this list of seven random things about yourself Lucky Seven, but I am changing the name because I don’t think I ever read the Blog Meme Rule Book, and even if I did, I am sure I skipped over the Renaming a Meme rule on purpose. This is Sexy Seven because there is nothing sexier than a food blogging hermit-ess who is so retardedly busy forgetting who she is that she needs to list seven totally random, unrelated facts about herself to remember!

Naturally, these are all food-related facts (which means they’re not totally random, nor totally unrelated) since The Delicious Life is supposedly a food blog. I am also supposed to “tag” seven other people, but there are no restrictions on what type of people, so I am tagging the first seven people to read this post. You can makes your list in the comments, and to keep the fun going, you guys should tag one another, too because that’s what Delicious do. We turn blog socialization inside out!

Seven Random Foodish Facts About Sarah


  1. I don’t eat a regular breakfast during the week partially because I forget, partially because I don’t have time, but mostly because a lazy, late morning breakfast on the weekend of eggs Florentine or maybe an Egg McMuffin if I can make the 10:30 am deadline, is sacred.
  2. I will put hot cock on everything and anything. I say I hate foie gras, but I bet if you smothered that disgusting slab of liver with sriracha, I’d eat it without batting an eyelash.
  3. I don’t eat rice unless I absolutely have to.
  4. My favorite food is sushi. I have a particular affection for silver-skinned fish with oily, strongly fishy flavor like saba, aji, and kohada.
  5. My favorite food is Mexican! If we’re getting technical, it’s Tex-Mex because I ate chimichangas and flautas while listening to a mariachi from a boat on the Riverwalk.
  6. I am veryveryvery very(!) fickle and totally full of contradictions when it comes to food. (please see #4 vs #5)
  7. I collect menus signed by the chef from restaurants I try. I don’t care whether the chef has written a book, been on tv, or has an empire of a bazillion restaurants. Every chef who makes a stellar meal is a fucking star to me.

Thanks for the therapy, Foodette!

** a year ago today, hatfield’s was like an IM conversation **

** two years ago today, chameau went north, south, EAT, west **

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  • Neil

    Why do I only see two our of seven? You really don’t follow the rules.

  • sarah

    neil: And you really don’t type well ;)

  • sarah

    neil: And you really don’t type well ;)

  • foodette

    Hey thanks for playing along. I am right there with you with your love of sushi and Mexican – only I hated it when I got sashimi with cilantro and jalapeno. Sounded like a good idea, but turned out…not so much. And since I made up calling it “lucky seven”, it can certainly be changed to something more “delicious” and sexy.

  • Claire

    Trying to reduce your being and self to something one can remember, rather than BE, is incredibly difficult and easy to lose. We live inside our heads and our skin, and simply forget who we are in a more quantifiable sense. It’s wonderful that you took a moment to take stock of yourself, and found all the little wonderful twitchy details that make up who we are. That’s a pretty powerful piece of brick :)

  • Claire

    Trying to reduce your being and self to something one can remember, rather than BE, is incredibly difficult and easy to lose. We live inside our heads and our skin, and simply forget who we are in a more quantifiable sense. It’s wonderful that you took a moment to take stock of yourself, and found all the little wonderful twitchy details that make up who we are. That’s a pretty powerful piece of brick :)

  • Fibinacci ;)

    Remembering who we are can be brought on by so many things, and the fact that you were reminded emotionally, and your first thought turned to where your love of food had gone should mean something very special. Don’t ever doubt the passion that lives inside you, for it’s the reason we all love reading your endearing and sometimes train-wreck-like days, so we aren’t forced to be face to face with our own. Thanks for being so candid. Yet another eason you’re incredibly delicious. Ice cream may ease the pain…home made is best ;)

  • Naomi

    I’m a long time reader, first time poster :-P

    1. I don’t eat a regular breakfast, either. I am just not interested in food first thing in the morning.
    2. Sriracha and Pho is the most devine combination. My endorphins are firing just thinking about it. Hail to the red rooster!
    3. Rice is close to the center of the universe for me. You and I clearly disagree. Fragrant basmati rice topped with Indian curry. Warm Japanese rice cooked with sugar and rice vinegar, dabbed with wasabi (the real stuff) and topped with fresh fatty toro. *drool*
    4. I’m too fickle to have a favorite food. Last week I was in East Africa, and a ripe mango was the most perfect food in the universe. This week I don’t want to eat. Maybe I lost my appetite because I have to go back to work.
    5. In all my fickle-ness, I can settle on Dim Sum as my favorite weekend breakfast/brunch food. I will trade Eggs Benedict or an Egg McMuffin for Cha Siu Bao anyday.
    6. Yeah, I’m fickle. What can I say?
    7. I collect restaurant business cards. My friend bought me a beautiful album designed to keep the cards in. I love it. But, your idea is better. I might start collecting menus, too.

    Eat well. Live long. Keep blogging.

  • Jeanette

    Great post. I love your writing!

  • Tarie

    I’m your new reader so I will answer the meme even though I am not one of the first seven readers of this post. :D

    1. I also feel like I’ve become a shadow of who I really am. These days I am afraid to be myself. :( I miss the days when I didn’t care what other people thought…

    2. I’m a Filipino who grew up in Las Vegas, Nevada.

    3. I am now an editor in the Philippines.

    4. I love food! I love eating! I love food blogs!

    5. I do not cook (or bake). :(

    6. I love coffee. Some people would consider me a coffee snob.

    7. Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day. But I usually don’t eat breakfast because I get up too late in the morning and am always late for work. :( I make up for it by eating breakfast foods for lunch, dinner, or snacks. ;)

  • sarah

    foodette: ew. there was this place in culver city called pacifico’s – a mexican seafood place – for some reason they served sushi and sashimi and all of it had some latin twist on it. most of it did not work for me.

    claire: “wonderful twitchy details” – i like that!

    fibOnacci: i think ice cream is just the thing…and how convenient that i got an ice cream maker this week!

    naomi: thank u for commenting! i love when readers share something about themselves with me! it makes this whole thing feel so much more like a conversation :)

    and about pho…i used to HATE pho until i realized two things:
    1) i don’t have to put all that cilantro and other crap i don’t like in my bowl
    2) i can squeeze as much sriracha in there as i love!

    i can’t believe it took me that long to figure that out.

    jeanette: thanks!

    tarie: a new reader! welcome to the delicious life! and thank u, as well, for sharing! and i end up snacking ALL DAy, too ;)

  • J.

    I usually can’t stand self-indulgent writing (which begs the question of why I read blogs in the first place), but this saved you:

    “Like a balloon the morning after a birthday party that makes its last whisper of helium before deflating into a wrinkled latex corpse, I heaved a huge sigh meant for no one but myself.”

    Very nice :)

    You should cook more – it’s restorative, just mindless enough to truly relax, and of course, nothing more fulfilling than cooking for friends, imo.

  • J.

    Oh, and to clarify, I don’t think it’s “very nice” that you got upset / began weeping… more the writing :)

    I am bored at work here are 7 Random Food Facts about me:

    1. I am deeply suspicious of Chinese restaurants with an “A” rating – any other cuisine I am deeply suspicious of a sub-“A” (even Korean and Mexican).
    2. Gochujang > Har Har Sauce > Hot Cock > Tapatio but I love them all and it’s close and fairly cuisine-dependent.
    3. I’ve never had Al Pastor until moving to LA but it makes me shudder with delight every time I eat it (even if it’s not that great)
    4. Gun to the head, I prefer comfort food (especially Korean or Chinese) over fine dining / haute cuisine (I’m simple).
    5. My best meal ever was the 7-course at the now closed Montrachet in Tribeca – runner up is French Laundry.
    6. I probably eat at least a dozen eggs a week. Also, I’m truly sad when people like their eggs “well-done” and just don’t like a runny yolk, or yolk at all.
    7. While the Jewish-Chinese culinary connection has been well established, I think there is also something between the Koreans and the Jews – every Korean I know loves deli food. And mayo.

  • sarah

    j: um. i have never heard of the jewish-chinese connection. i have only ever heard of “kj” – korean jews. LOL! and yes, i am totally a kj. :)

  • Anonymous

    Wow, an unedited F-bomb from Sara. That is rare. This must be serious.

  • Karen

    i know what you mean. I get lost too sometimes.

  • J.

    Sarah: Haha oh, the above was a verbose way of saying that the Jews love Chinese food… not much culinary reciprocity though you’re right, but really, does anyone like gefilte fish?

    I am a “KJ” also (haha I am going to steal this from you). I have enough yarmulkes from bar / bat mitzvahs growing up to fill a closet.

  • Eddie Lin

    you are a goddamn mess. you should go out more often.

  • Anonymous

    “Remember Who You Are”

    Conversations With God
    by Neale Donald Walsh.

    read it. it’s fantastic, and the paintings in Venice are based on the book, whhich is a truly uncommon dialogue…changed my life.

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