Monday, January 8, 2007

A sad day in the culinary world


Sadly, the inventor of cup noodle died. We can all thank him for keeping us fed during our college years. OK, sure, I tended towards the top Ramen myself, but the pantheon of instant noodle might not exist if it weren't for Momofuku Ando, dead at 96.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

A Day of Decadence


Yesterday was a fantastic day of decadence that I can ill afford but felt justified in splurging for. After a nice long lay in, I shuffled around the house for a while then bundled up (the temperature is dropping, its snowing at the moment and is supposed to freeze tomorrow) and hoped on a bus downtown. I had avoided shopping on the day after Thanksgiving, but I was interested in seeing what it was like downtown. Turns out the crowds were not too crazy, but had I been on a serious shopping trip it would have driven me mad. Still, I love living in a city with a real downtown, where the sidewalks are full of people and you can pop into a variety of shops. I limited my downtown shopping to the KCTS store (the local PBS station) for a Christmas present for Dad. After that I headed to Belltown, a neighborhood just south of downtown.

Not having shared my bed with anyone for several years (the last being Tre, who was always welcome until the nose licking became intolerable) I hadn’t felt the need to impress with my bedding. After three years of neglecting the state of my bedsheets, I was finally convinced to buy a new set when the pillowcase seam came undone in my hands. It may not seem like such a decandant thing, but new sheets are luxurious in my mind. I chose a handsome deep red with directional striped, very classy.




Continuing the day of decadence, I strolled over to Le Pichet, the French cafĂ© that I’ve mentioned in the past. I love Le Pichet, but I only go there on occasion, sometimes to meet a friend, occasionally alone. This time I had a book with me and found a seat at the counter. I had the Oeufs plats, jambon et fromage, with a glass of Cote du Rhone, and finished with a frothy cappuccino. Then I went across the street to browse in the architecture bookstore. What an enjoyable outing. Nothing on it’s own was remarkable, more the combination and intention. Eating lunch in a restaurant is not remarkable in itself, nor is buying sheets. The act of setting out on a weekend afternoon to stroll through the shops, pop into a charming bistro for lunch and a glass of wine while reading, then a bit more browsing, it makes for a charming day memorable not so much for its uniqueness but for its idyllic simplicity.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Hollandaise


For some reason I was inspired to try my hand at mking a Hollandaise. It started last night with an innocent trip to the grocery store. I picked up some english muffins, and then it hit me, its been a while since I've had Eggs Benedict. Since my Breakfast Club went defunct due to the other three members leaving Seattle (two out of the country, one to Philly which may as well be). During the heyday it was a safe bet that I would have a benedict at least once a month....

So I can report that I was pleasantly surprised by the results. The sauce didn't break, in fact the consistancy was near to perfect. The flavor left something to be desired. It didn't have the piquant edge I like, probably because I didn't use enough lemon juice and didn't have any papricka. So I cheated and tried to save it with a bit of chili pepper and tarragon (which technically makes it more of a bernaise) but I added them at the end,s o they didn't really have a chance to really meld with the sauce. Still, for a first attempt, I count it a success. Unfortuantely I can't say the same for the poached eggs, a technique I am far from mastering.

discalaimer: the image isn't from my attempt, just a picture to start your mouth watering.

Thursday, November 9, 2006

Cocktail science


This weekend I went to a cocktail party (featuring Budweiser Select) at a friends house. It was meant to be fancy dress, but given the mix of classy beer (I would have chosen the champagne of beers) and cocktails, I chose to dress in a short sleeve button up with a little bowtie, classy.

But on to the point of this post. Some of you may be familiar with the hilarity involved in "capping" when you hit the top of a friends freshly opened beer with your empty bottle (to avoid having the fun back-fire on yourself). The beer in your friend's hand foams over onto their hand and floor, causing hilarity and sticky linoleum. Having witnessed just such an event, we began wondering why this actually happens, what makes the beer foam over like that. Fortunately the party was full of scientists, unfortunately most of them were geologists and proved fairly useless in answering our question. The only possible option was to run a a highly controlled test in the backyard.

The first part of the test was to recreate the trick for a girl who had never seen it, but was our best hope for an explanation. Not having seen it before she of course was foolish enough to hold the target bottle...Hilarity all over her hand. We were working on two hypothesis (like I said it was official sciency business) one that it was the pressure created by forcing air into the target bottle, the other that it is the vibrations moving through the target bottle. The pressure idea was put forward by the geologists, the vibration by and architect. To test the pressure theory we tapped the top of the bottle with an open palm, the idea being that the palm would actually create a tighter seal... hence more pressure, but would absorb more of the shock and create less vibration. Unfortunately we did not account for the loss of friction in the now beer covered hand, and the application of downward force resulted in a broken bottle and beer sacrificed to the gods of science and party. At that point, fearing the loss of additional beer, we switched to a non-alcoholic beer that had rightfully been left on the back porch after it was brought to a party two summers ago. The second attempt at the palm test did not result in foamy beer.

The next test was to place the bottle onto a table and hit it with another bottle. The reason it was on a table was to remove the up and down shaking effect caused by being hit downward. On this attempt the beer (if you can call it that) did foam over, proving that it was not caused by shaking. At this point we declared vibration the likely cause and went back into the house, because even when most of the guests are architecture and geology students, you can only run highly scientific experiments in the backyard for so long without risking your party cred.

So now I ask all of you, what do you think causes the foam effect?

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Turducken


Yes that's right, the holiday craze is coming to my stomach soon, thanks to the culinary skills of my friend Liz's friend Alex. Liz has a traditional urban tribe sort of Thanksgiving, and this year features the Turducken. Pictures will be posted soon.

Please note that the links bar has finally been restored, bigger and better than ever. Let this be a lesson, save your links before switching templates.

I realize my posts have been lackluster lately. I blame the fact that my computer is down and I can never remember my blog password (it's set to auto enter from my computer). I'm not sure what the problem is, but the kind folks at Apple are either charging me $377 to fix it, or telling me that it's now an expensive paperweight. It's only 4 years old, but it has been dropped onto a concrete floor, so I think I may be in the market for a new computer. Scott, any advice?

Saturday, July 30, 2005

More and more food


Food and More Food

Yesterday started with a banquet at a local temple, where the food just kept coming. At one point the plates were stacked three high in the middle of the table. At the end they brought out bags to take stuff home, but since we don’t have a fridge, we couldn’t take any. The little ladies were circling, just waiting for us to leave. In the afternoon we had an open house to show our design proposals and get feedback from the community. After that the Next Generation (Meinung youth organization) threw an Indonesian barbeque. The food was fantastic! Some of it was standard fair, chicken, lamb, and beef, but there were also skewers of chicken intestine (a bit to chewy) and a local dish which is made from rice and duck blood. The consistency reminded me of Cream of Wheat cookies. After that a group rode out of town to an irrigation ditch where we wallowed around in about a foot and a half of water. It may sound strange, but it felt oh so good. There is silt in the bottom of the ditch, but the water itself is clean, and it is one of the few chances to immerse in cool water and stave off the heat. On the way home I got a push from one of the guys on a scooter. He rode up beside my bike and put his foot on the back fender, and I just coasted along. Beats peddling like a chump. Since it was Friday we went to the night market. At one point I was the only foreigner in the group, and even Payee (sp?) couldn’t understand everything because the others were speaking Hakka (dialect). We ate hot-pot and played a game similar to pachinko. All in all a good day.