Wednesday, February 24, 2010

schadenfreude

don't worry, i haven't been rejoicing in the misfortune of others...the term has just been popping up everywhere i look, lately.

i forgot to post monday night's dinner. it was a cream of cauliflower soup that i topped with leftover toasted breadcrumbs from the giant braised lima bean dish. we had this with an ace focaccia sandwich with cheddar, roasted peppers, and a bit of the oregano pesto also left over from the braised lima bean dish (the dotytron: "are you sure about that? it's quite herbaceous" [in his stupid know-it-all voice]), pressed on the panini. the sammy was good! it kind of ended up tasting like a pizza sandwich.

yesterday we had the roomie and l'army over for dinner. it was really fun! we had a lot of catching up to do.

i put out the last of the rainforest crisps, the leftover pear chutney thing, some leftover fresh goat's cheese and the last of the murcia al vino.


for dinner i made a quick pasta of guaciale, crisped and rendered, with some of T's chilies, chili flakes, roasted cauliflower, a lot of grated pecorino and a bit of chopped parsley tossed together and loosened with the pasta cooking water. i also made a crunchy salad of cucumber, red peppers, and celery with some red onion and sliced scallions in a cumin vinaigrette. the vinaigrette is supposed to have mint but we didn't have it on hand. it's a great summer salad generally, when you want something cool and crisp and crunchy.

so my favorite retailer of late, modcloth, is driving me crazy! look at all the lovely things they have for spring and summer that i've wish-listed:

i have NEVER been able to resist the allure of crisp white eyelet in the summer. i tend to go either very preppy, very kind of 90s raver, or very mrs. roper in the summer but this skirt would look DIVINE with a fitted sherbet coloured lacoste polo (preppy). am i getting too old for eyelet? i worry sometimes.

this dress would be perfect at the beach/cottage as an easy cover-up with some flat black strappy sandals (aka my birks...lol!) so summer! along with my favorite straw hat it's the definition of easy like sunday morning. standing in line at the short film festival, eating greg's ice cream, wearing that. so perfect.

i'm actually less into this the more i look at it. i feel like it's skewing a little young for me and would probably make me look blocky. plus, i need a casual summer dress the way i need a new hole in the head (for those of you who aren't familiar with that little ancient colloquialism, that is to say that i don't in fact need a new casual summer dress at all).

i thought this would make a good work piece that would transition well into fall, with some tights. i've decided that next fall i'd like to invest in some chunky, open-toed heel shoes - all the better to showcase my dazzling array of tights.


this is another grown-up lady piece for work that would function well all year round.

this is my piece de resistance. i've got two fall weddings already in the pipeline and well...wouldn't it be nice to wear this dress? with my vintage, patent, peep-toe kitten heels and a black lady cardigan with some jet beading and my feathered head piece? WOULDN'T IT?!??!!!! if i get anything from the above (and keep in mind, that's only a SMALL SAMPLING of what's on my wishlist) i will get this. even though i have a closet full of fancy dresses. that i have no occasion to wear. but still!!! one of the weddings is at the king eddy! *rampant justification alert* i haven't bought clothes in forever! *this is a lie* i'm a little concerned about the slight puckering to the satiny material you see on the shoulder part...but that's nothing a meeting with my iron wouldn't fix, would it?

between modcloth and social butterfly (for when i feel ambitious enough to actually contemplate TRYING ON CLOTHES IN A STORE AND NOT HAVING THEM ARRIVE IN A TIDY PACKAGE ON MY DOORSTEP) - it's nice knowing that all my sartorial needs are covered.

that's all for me today and probably the rest of the week, too. we're having perogies baked with bacon, onions, mushrooms, and chopped kale tonight for dinner. the dotytron is in charge of dinner duties. i'm getting a 1/2 hour massage. yay! then we're packing and sorting things out because tomorrow, after i spend all day at this librarian conference and the dotytron gets home, we're going to take our harvey's coupons and get harvey's for dinner and then hit the road for a long weekend in geneseo!

yayayayayayayayayayayayayayay!!! so excited! there's a "scrabble scramble" for some literacy charity where we're going to be on a team competing with a bunch of other brainiacs to make the highest scoring scrabble board in 45 minutes. you have ALL the tiles at your disposal and i think you have to work around and incorporate few words they set up for you on the board. apparently the judge's research students (this is the judge who officiated our performance - very good-naturedly i might add) compete and they're all like, super law school kids. nothing gets my competitive juices flowing like having my siblings take on post-secondary grads at board games!

s-dawg will have been watching the kids on his own from tuesday night until we arrive late thursday. hopefully the haven't turned feral in the interim.

fin.

Monday, February 22, 2010

sri lankan'd!!!


babu was something else. we roll up, and the place is bumpin' they basically do a very brisk catering/take-out business. everything except for the hoppers, tandoor items (including naan) is ready to go, in gleaming, immaculate steam tables. you line up, and then one of the servers personally attends to your order, guiding you through the vegetables, curries, biryanis and pilau's, desserts, and fried items - assembling your order and making sure everything is together. everything was really clean (with flat-screen tvs advertising prices and specials) and there were a lot of people there waiting to pick up but it was very orderly and they were super-nice and gave you tastes of everything you might have considered. we ordered A LOT of food.

- fish patties (like fish-filled deep-fried samosas)
- veggie samosas
- white rice
- biryani rice
- ginger chicken
- butter chicken
- curried goat
- some other curried chicken
- mutton
- muttar paneer
- potatoes and cabbage
- collard greens
- dhal with pumpkin
- mushroom curry
- naan

and it all came out to $90. for so much food for 6 people. like, we probably ordered 1/3 more than we should have.

it went down easy.

here's the bad part. by the next day, the reports started coming in that 5 of the 6 people got sick from it. like, bad sick. the kind of sick that requires medication so that you're stomach isn't clenching in agony and you're not chained to the bathroom. so bad!!! i felt so guilty. there were a few reasons: a) because i had pushed strongly for it; b) because it's such a bad stereotype that indian food makes you sick (even though this was sri lankan...you know what i mean); c) because it really put a damper on the weekend.

ugh. we got babu'd...or, as s-dawg called it: "SRI LANKAN'D!!!"

luckily little ze and miss ramona didn't have any. that would have been THE WORST. so i don't think we're going to be going back any time soon. we're really gun shy now. the worst part about food poisoning is that it really makes you fear your own farts. it's amazing what sort of every day freedoms get taken away from you. lol!

saturday we rolled around and napped and watched "remember the titans" which is a pretty awesome sports movie that s-dawg claims i had seen before (apparently i had completely forgotten the experience.) (this makes sense when you take into account that the time that i saw it was in a florida hotel room the day we got back from our family vacation cruise and i was bushed from a week of family vacation time AND s-dawg also made me watch "serendipity" the same night.)

coming so fresh after the 1 month a year following the super bowl when i show a passing interest in foot ball, i was particularly susceptible to its sports-movie clichés. it's also got an all-star cast. kate bosworth! ryan gosling! denzel washington! a young avon barksdale! an ever younger hayden panettiere!

having to face dream menu with a case of the rumble in the bronx belly was a bit of a nightmare. the most important thing was that my grandpa had a good time and the food was really, really delicious.

top row (left to right): baked stuffed crab shells with fresh crab meat and breadcrumbs; pig's stomach soup; pig's stomach soup fixings

second row: steamed 3 egg dish (chicken egg, thousand year old egg, salty egg); peking duck; pan-fried glutinous rice dumplings filled with coconut and black sesame

third row: deep fried pork with spicy salt; little chinese sweets; fried rice with egg white; sweet'n'sour pork; red bean dessert soup with dumplings; ginger dungeness crab with yi mein; dried oyster, fat choy and veggies; lemon chicken

(it's all out of order because the stupid collage does that). i think i'm missing a dish or two, but suffice to say that we were not up to the task. especially not with TWO peking ducks and an out of whack digestive system and doubled orders on a bunch of things.

because it was late and we had been babu'd - we weren't up for the task of driving back downtown for a jungle party at the basement. we just couldn't do it. i'm glad too...the reviews today have been mixed...asc played a pretty minimal, no-breaks, glitchy set and that wasn't what i was in the mood for. also, photos from the event show that it was the same old, same old.

sunday we had dimsum with C and K and their adorable family of ankle biters. look at those cheeks!!!

the only photos i have of M are blurry and she's clearly giving me the wary eyes. it was such a nice time...hopefully we'll see those cats again soon.

and that brings us to today. i was zonked last night. passed out at 8:30 and slept clear on through to this morning. i could have kept sleeping, in fact. feeling a little headachey and still tired today...i'm going to go down and bake some cookies and see if that doesn't set me right. baking cookies is my first line of defense when faced with an unprecedented amount of snow.

fin.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

adventure/nimrods abound

imma do things chronologically so we don't lose anything in the mix.

when we got hitched, we had to rent an amp. so we went to the only music store in geneseo, ny - buzzo's music. owned by this fine gentleman:

who walks with the help of a jerry-rigged cane (it looks like a bunch of metal rods taped together with packing tape) and speaks in a raspy mumble that's near incomprehensible. buzzo, who's famous catch phrase is: "you kidding me or what?", is a well-preserved relic from the trip the light fantastic, don't drink the kool-aid, shine on you crazy diamond 60s counter culture. he doesn't really do rentals, but he made an exception for us. in return, the dotytron bought this shirt:

when the last of our auxiliary performance thank you cards went out shamefully late, i made sure to get the dotytron to include one for buzzo, with some photos of the amp and the dotytron rocking out with the electric guitar.

on wednesday, i came home and emptied the mail box (note for posterity and future house-chore labour division collateral: THE DOTYTRON NEVER EVER CHECKS THE MAIL) to find this envelope:

i waited for the dotytron to come home and we opened this letter together:

it reads:

dear lagerfeld and dotytron,
so glad it's gone so well!!!
hope this finds you both healthy and happy!!
the pictures will be "on the wall" somehwere (or on the "green giant")
thanks!!
best regards,
al "buzzo" bruno


AMAZING ON SO MANY LEVELS!!! first of all, only buzzo would write BACK. second of all, only buzzo's lsd-derived chicken scratches would take us the better part of half an hour to decipher. third of all, we're going to be immortalized on the wall of a geneseo institution! so the best! we got deep roots there, folks.

last night for dinner we had another legume-based dish. i made that warm baby spinach, lentil, bacon, shallot salad that i do. i usually bread and fry the goat's cheese rounds but we didn't have panko and we already had toasted breadcrumbs leftover from the lima bean dish on tuesday, AND i was feeling chided and remorseful from the weekend of gluttony followed so closely by fat tuesday, that i just smeared the goat's cheese onto toasted slices of my sourdough bread and served it alongside, topping the salad with toasted breadcrumbs for texture. it was good!

so we pile in the captain to do some errands before dball. as we're driving to dball, i start talking about ehm do's show on saturday and the dotytron mentions that he's kind of weirded out by how she was making kind of ribald comments (it was close to valentine's day, after all) and he doesn't really want to see his sister being sexy - that it gives him the willies. and i was talking about how you have to be supportive and then i said, "i'm sure if you were dita von teese's sister, you would go to her show"

the dotytron, driving, looks over at me with narrowed eyes and a puzzled, uncomprehending look and slowly says, "okaaaaaaaay.........i'm not really sure where you're going with this."

and i was like, "you know, if you were dita von teese's sister, or her parents, you would go to her show, even though it's sexy."

a couple of beats passed in puzzled silence. my puzzlement at the dotytron's obtuseness, his puzzlement to be revealed a second later when he burst out laughing, "oh, i get it. i thought you meant that dita von teese's sister would be going to ehm do's show, and i was all like, 'why would dita von tee's sister go to ehm's show?!?'" LOL!!! we laughed our guts out. it was the way he kind of gave me the puzzledeyes and was all like, "okaaaaaaaay..." about it. like he didn't have a clue where i was going but was willing to reluctantly follow along. kind of like a metaphor for our relationship.

so we played against a team that i kind of dislike in dball and lost because they're an amazing team. my team (well, like 2 players) got super rattled and freaked out and started accusing the other team of cheating and then one of the dudes on my team walked out like a poose. it was so poose. this broad on my team said that there's more glory in throwing someone out when you're the last person on the court for your team than a catch. THAT IS SO WRONG i almost smacked her upside the head. catching is the NUMBER 1 SKILL in dodgeball. the NUMBER 1! repeat it after me: CATCHING IS THE NUMBER 1 SKILL IN DODGEBALL. because it's the double whammy - you get someone out AND you bring someone on your team BACK IN. what an idiot.

anyway, on the way home, we got pulled over by the cops because the sticker on our license plate was expired and we hadn't renewed it. the dotytron tensed up like whoa, but i found the whole situation kind of funny. we were literally 1 block from our house. i've never been pulled over before so i put my hands up in the air in the car to show the 5-0 that i wasn't packing. the dotytron was unamused. when the lady cop (it was a lady cop!) was shining the light in the car i suddenly had a hilarious idea. how awesome would it be to be pulled over by the cops, have them come up to the car, shine the light in, only to have you turn around with one of those halogen head-lamps strapped to your head?!??? ahahahahahahaha!!! i can picture it in my head and it would be so funny.

so we're waiting there while they run our vehicle and registration and insurance shiz and then the lady cop comes back and says, "it's your lucky day, guys. we just got called to a knifing" WHAT THE HELL? lucky us, unlucky schlub who got knifed, i guess.

so i've been on twitter for about a year maybe and i finally got into a snippy tweet flame war with the food writer for the toronto star, who wrote this incredibly smug article about how torontians aren't being "cool" about the arrival of guu. read about it here. it got linked in my twitter, so i'm like, ummm...FIRST OF ALL ELECTRO CYBER GEEK, how do YOU get to be an arbiter of taste i toronto? have you met you? btw, you posted THIS as your twitter picture:

what an "asexual snail" in the words of dr. rei. explain how i'm supposed to take any of the pretentious, holier than thou, "oh, i'm going to ask my FRIEND, the chef at kaiseki-sakura [aka native insider authenticity generator alert!]" drivel that comes out of your mouth, seriously? you, who overcooked a ribeye like whoa?

(i pulled this photo from his blog...which is teeth-gnashingly smug). so i posted in response to him...uhhh... what's your FREAKIN' POINT? people line up all the time. sorry if it's not "cool" to line up. people line up for all kinds of things: ramen at momofokus, yakitori in japan, caplansky's, the black hoof, reserving 6 months in advance for alinea (could be construing as lining up) - are all of those equally "not cool"? HOW ARE YOU "COOL"? so effin' elitist and self-aggrandizing.

sigh. i effin' hate the calibre of the food community in toronto if it's made up of corey mintz and toronto life and joanne kates. where's the realness? where's the inclusiveness? where's the JOY? the joy in eating...that giddy excitement, the desire to share, to encompass the world at your table and while away an evening with friends over the table? if these people have it...it doesn't come across. what comes across is how much you want to sock them in the nads. that corey dude even has a twitter hater who's only goal is to start flame wars with him (misterpsm) kind of awesome.

in other news of people being shacker hackjobs, the special library association, of which i am a member is hosting a workshop with a guest speaker on the topic of "information overload." the guest speaker, whose bio reads thus (you can skim it...the main point is...he talks himself up like whoa):

"Karl Dawson is the CEO of phiScape AG, a company specializing in distributed computing and data integration in heterogeneous environments, with particular application to digital media and knowledge management systems. Prior to founding phiScape AG in Zürich, Mr. Dawson was CTO of Deltavista, a data broker based in Switzerland which connects large volumes of data from a myriad of public and private sources through sophisticated record linkage. In this position, Mr. Dawson not only designed the software and data architecture, but contributed to key parts of the implementation. Prior to Deltavista, Mr. Dawson was employed at the Amdahl Research Laboratory in Toronto, where he helped to develop a relational database system with an embedded rule-based engine. Before this, Mr. Dawson worked five years at I.P. Sharp and Associates in Toronto, where he was privileged to help engineer the company’s APL interpreter, implementing new language primitives. Mr. Dawson holds university degrees in Mathematics and Computer Science."

anyway, chachi up there describes his upcoming presentation thusly:

"Arthur Toffler characterized "Revolutionary Wealth" as resting on three pillars: time, space and knowledge. The identification of these particular elements is in no small measure attributable to technology, particularly the internet. "Internet time" is something that we all know about. "The World is Flat" is the standard metaphor for globalization. But, whereas the internet has compressed time and space, knowledge is expanding at an accelerating rate. This is the “information overload” problem that we experience in our daily lives.

Information overload cannot be solved by search engines alone, since even the most precise search requests still leave us with a lot of information to absorb. We live in a post-Gutenberg world of electronic documents, but where are the post-Gutenberg tools to help us process all this information? There has to be something more than just tag clouds."

i got just one simple question for you: WHO THE F**K IS "ARTHUR TOFFLER"???!!!??? i can only assume you mean ALVIN TOFFLER, the actual author (with heidi toffler) of "revolutionary wealth" - unless of course YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO BE TALKING ABOUT AND MAYBE DIDN'T EVEN READ THE BOOK YOU'RE REFERENCING IN YOUR TALK SUMMARY.

WE ARE INFORMATION PROFESSIONALS. WE SHOULD BE GETTING THIS STUFF RIGHT. this is basic. that's like calling barack obama, bruce obama. or michel foucault, marion foucault. so i posted a comment on the event page. it's infuriating. because, you know, if information professionals actually had A SINGLE THEORETICAL INTEREST outside of hitching a cart to whatever "digital networking/crowd-sourcing/breaking down information silos" bandwagon happens to be jolting by n00b-alley, then stuff like this would be less likely to happen. you gotta crawl before you can walk, kids. GAH!!!

this weekend is gonna be dope.

tonight: dinner with the fam-bam up in markham. we're getting takeout from this sri lankan place, babu. i'm excited to try sri lankan/south indian stuff i've never had before like hoppers, etc.

tomorrow: i don't know where for lunch and then DREAM MENU for dinner for kung kung's birthday. hoping to hit up asc at the basement for old time jungle's sake. haven't danced in FOREVERS.

sunday: dim sum brunch with C et famille and then back downtown for dball.

family and jungle and food and friends - the quartfecta of good times.

fin.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

chewing bubblegum and kicking ass

...i ended up staying for the movie. the john carpenter film appreciation society continueth apace! we watched "they live" starring...wait for it...roddy piper, whom you might know more familiarly as "rowdy" roddy piper, as a down-at-heel construction worker who uncovers a giant alien/otherworldly class conspiracy to keep the blue-collar working people of america docile, sedated, and slave to our consumerist impulses. it's like terry gilliam (or john carpenter) crossed with adbusters. it's most notable for introducing this line (one of the greatest lines in cinematic history) into the popular consciousness:



pretty awesome, right?

right now my club/extra-curricular participation tally is sitting at: 2 book clubs, 2 film clubs, 2 dodgeball teams, and about a baker's dozen worth of professional associations, for one of which i'm an editor on the newsletter.

have you heard of tavi gevinson? she's a pint-sized (no really, the kid is like, 13 years old) sensation in the fashion blog world. take a look:



she has a blog, style rookie. leaving aside the fact that being a fashion sensation has come to mean looking like a reconstituted, extra-wizened estelle getty slumping her way through my grandma's closet by way of japan...alls i gotta say is WHAT THE EFF. i read a bit of the blog. she's precocious alright. and for all her talk of buying this vintage and that thrifted, i'd eat the scar off my right foot if she didn't come from oodles upon oodles of money. what the what is right, people. i mean, i guess for some people sitting next to leigh lezark's sullen, flinty-eyed, pinched smile in the front row of rodarte might be the be-all and end-all, in which case, worship thine 13 year olds all you want. me, preternaturally self-possessed kids freak me the eff out. give me the slaphappy meat-ballery of a scarborough adolescent any day.

speaking of which, the dotytron drew the short straw and won the supply teaching lottery on friday - he got to chaperone the VALENTINE'S DAY DANCE. in rexdale. so the best! he said his favorite moment by far was when the dj dropped a track that had everyone RUSHING into the centre of the dance floor. sensing trouble, he and another teacher ran in to break up what they thought might be a fight. as he started pulling people out of the way to make his way to the middle of the circle to find out what was causing the commotion, he found a teacher break dancing and busting sick moves, a student popping and locking, and a special needs kid going buck running around in circles outside of the ring. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

speaking of bloggers, i recently finished molly wizenberg's (of orangette fame) memoir/collection of recipes entitled "a homemade life." i was not a fan. oh, she does an admirable job of putting herself out there as a food nut, alright. the requisite food-shaped memories, family recipes, tales of eating loads of cheese in paris are all there. i found the entire book intensely irritating though. it was so...girly. so simpering. the only parts where i stopped grimacing in disgust at the prose style were when she describes her father's quick surrender to bone cancer. that goodwill was quickly squandered by her mawkish recounting of falling in love with her now-husband and then blog-reader, brandon. it was just all too...soft. sweet. pastel coloured. goody goody. all the things that i hate (well, not hate, but strongly dislike when presented thusly.) like mom lit. kind of staid, conservative but trying to pretend that she's not - like blue state conservative. like, student council joiner style. very un-hip. what annoyed me the most was that i never got the sense that she LOVED food (this was not helped by her description of having eaten the EXACT SAME THING for lunch every day for 15 years: carrot sticks, 2 cookies, peanut butter sandwich.) loving food to me means being an adventurous, go-for-the-gusto type eater. the kind who's not afraid to get messy or roll up their sleeves; not the kind who spends an entire chapter talking with coy false modesty about her first kiss with her boyfriend and how he proposed and whose food journeying doesn't appear to extend beyond paris and lyon. zero personality. zip. zilch. i REALLY disliked it. i couldn't believe this is what passes for food writing nowadays. whither calvin trillin? whither james beard? whither m.f.k. fisher?

even more annoying? she does the classic food blogger thing of claiming her recipes are "adapted" from one source or another. this drives me crazy. smitten kitchen, one of the most popular food blogs out there, is written by a generally lovely, admittedly zingier woman named deb, who seemingly makes a living by posting gorgeous photos of food she's taken from bon appetit, gourmet, and cookbooks. i'm like - what? how are these food bloggers getting book deals? for doing what millions of north americans are doing all the time except with SLRs, photoshop, and better styling? are you kidding me? scroll through smitten kitchen's recipes and they're all collected from elsewhere. which is fine...she admits as much. do i think she should get a writing deal for it? hells no.

the worse sinners are the "adapted by" people. upping the salt by 1/8 of a teaspoon does NOT constitute an adaptation.

look, i'm not trying to say that everyone has to cook from the hip, all the time. we ALL use recipes. i just don't think that people should be lauded and get to make a career from COOKING FROM RECIPES FOR THEIR OWN DINNER (and not like, in a test kitchen or something.) it just doesn't make sense to me. the other thing is, look, i know sometimes **i** don't credit my recipes. but i'm also not an ENTIRE blog devoted to food! i've got a lot going on! there's movie reviews, book reviews, ephemera from my life, food, restaurant reviews...this little thing isn't just an account of how and what i made dinner. if you're only doing ONE thing and you're known for only doing the ONE thing...don't you think the LEAST you can do is fess up when you're just cooking from torn pages of magazines or epicurious print outs like the rest of us?


on that note, tonight i had a really good dinner. it was giant lima beans braised in stewed tomatoes with feta, a fried egg, oregano pesto and breadcrumbs on top. the recipe is here. beware! it is not for the faint of heart and not for a weeknight meal, unless you do what i did and prep the beans and stewed tomatoes in advance. the egg was my own addition (rather inspired, i think - NOT!) this is a fantastic, filling, heart-warming vegetarian dish for a wintry night in february (what a coincidence!)

i've been blowing through books like they were straw in a barn fire (i'm the barn fire, fyi) lately...i've got two more reviews in the works and a funny story about a certain geneseo, ny institution.

fin.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

frankie: don't go to hollywood, i've changed

that's a bit of an in-joke between me and the dotytron (aka "special drinks"). lately we've been riffing on frankie goes to hollywood. i think it started when i was trying to remember the name of this cat in our neighbourhood who is super-friendly and is always sleeping on/under/beside the cars on the street and likes to use our denuded formerly lawn-covered front yard as a giant litter box. the cat's name is freddie but i thought it was frankie. from there it was a short jump to laughing about naming your pet cat "frankie goes to hollywood" and from there it's a short jump to talking about the film "daybreakers" (which features a vampire named frankie) and making up our own dialogue for the film where you tell frankie NOT to go to hollywood because you're no longer a vampire (i'm chuckling as i write this but i'm also fully cognizant of the fact that this humour might be too esoteric and of the "you had to be there" ilk to translate well to text on a screen.)

the dotytron is the king of improv movie dialogue. THE KING.

so...there's dream menu dramas. i've told you that my mum calls the dotytron "special drinks" before, right? well, the reason for that is because he came into our lives and, completely ignorant of the long-standing tradition of the kids having no options other than drinking water with our meals and having to BEG AND PLEAD for pop or anything "extra" in the drinks department at lunches/dinners out, he always blunders ahead and orders a special drink. sometimes the drinks are more special than others. seriously folks, you have NO IDEA. it's only recently (like, in the last 8 years or so...basically once we all got jobs and had disposable income) that "the kids" (a term that encompasses everyone in our generation, from rico the outlaw bro to chova, the youngest sib) routinely got to order pop with our meals, borne out of a day when, frustrated by big d's exaggerated bigeyes and my mum's exasperated dangereyes when one of us dared to place an order for diet coke, we finally said, "IT'S OKAY GUYS. WE'LL PAY FOR THE POP" and that effectively put an end to the reign of drink-variety-deprivation.

there are limits though, to this junta's change in beverage ideology. limits ROUTINELY tested by the dotytron when he orders a scotch at congee wong, a negroni at the keg, or a caesar at some big box chain place in the states that results in puzzled, sweaty looks from the staff because apparently clamato is a fantastical substance down there and they haven't a G-D clue what the crap a caesar is. the caesar incident, helped along by the dotytron's indignation at NOT being able to get one, is what prompted my mum to hiss in frustration, "you and your SPECIAL DRINKS!!!" - a vocalization of what had obviously been a long-simmering grievance.

ANYWAY, in true "special drinks" form, the dotytron ordered like, THE MOST EXPENSIVE thing you can get for dream menu, this stuffed crab shell dish which involves FRESH crab meat and comes out to $10/person (this is a lot for ONE dish at a chinese banquet meal). it all came out on friday night. in an attempt to diplomatically resolve the issue, and make the dotytron feel less bad about his super-expensive luxe dream menu item, i dropped the following little gem, "guys, it's okay! at $10 per person, once you add it all up and divide it, it won't be too much at all!" *insert two beats of silence* then s-dawg gave me a sidelong glance and said, "UHHHHH, IT'S STILL $10/PERSON YOU IDIOT!!!" LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anyway, the dotytron might have changed his dream menu dish to white rice...i don't know what the verdict was on that one.

yesterday was a lazy lazy lazy day. i made corned beef hash for breakfast which we didn't eat until quite late for us (around 1pm). we didn't want to do ANYTHING but avoid the spectre of tuesday's return to work. so we laid around and watched movies.

we watched "daybreakers," which i've been wanting to see since catching this preview on MTOD featuring placebo's rather effective cover of kate bush's "running up the hill":

the movie was a solid B. pretty decent for the genre - nicely moody with shadowy, inky blues and a believable world. the ending falls a little flat but that wasn't unexpected. good amount of thrills and chills. i found the score to be a little over-bearing - it's like the composer forgot what era he was in...the accompanying instrumental music was over-blown and kind of dated-sounding - i found it very distracting. it's worth watching, especially if you're my kind of scaredy cat (ie. terrified by serial killers but able to logically rationalize away fears of vampire plagues).


dinner was a bit of an odd duck on monday. we had treated ourselves to some rather pricey geai blue cheese (canadian raw milk out of new brunswick) and extremely pricey cranberry and hazelnut raincoast crisps crackers. the geai blue is really nice. it's got a rather intimidating orange-y beige rind and a deeply veined, crumbly-smooth interior that brings to mind the well muscled brawn of cabrales. when you taste it though, it's surprisingly smooth and mild with a sharp saltiness that's quickly tamed. purportedly it's canada's only naturally blued cheese (in that they don't inject it with culture and allow it to blue naturally in caves). i'd highly recommend it.

we had a couple of bosc pears going bad in our fruit bowl so in a fit of inspiration i made us a caramelized shallot, pear and balsamic compote, which the dotytron was skeptical about but which ended up going astoundingly well with the blue cheese and the crackers. we also had a spanish murcia al vino goat's milk cheese. and then the dotytron fried up some chinese turnip cake (also, more correctly called daikon cake or radish cake), lo bak go. it shows up at dim sum (cantonese) all the time but the different kinds of go (new year go, or nien go) are pushed on you during the new year. lo bak go is basically made out of shredded radish mixed with bits of preserved pork and dried shrimp. it's hella tasty crisped up in a pan with oil. the dotytron prides himself on his go-cooking abilities, mostly because he also fries the sides of the go too, and not just the top and bottom.

we also watched *cough* "the blind side." heh. i wanted something light-hearted! it's pretty krazy kristian and heavy handed on the jeebus. am i saying i didn't tear up? no...of course not. it was pretty brutes though...and definitely NOT best picture worthy, even if it DOES make you want to adopt black kids. it's just a paint-by-numbers story of white people throwing their white people money around and fixing the problems of the great unwashed and expanding the definition of family (within VERY limited parameters of "expanding") blah blah blah. it's like a red state love letter to itself.


today was pancake tuesday. YES! we loves us some pancake tuesday. i made us the fat baby, a half pack of jimmy dean maple sausage, bacon, and more lo bak go since it's fat tuesday and we're trying to fat it up, proper. i also split the rest of the creamed spinach and leftover mushrooms with the dotytron to get some green in us.

it's movie club night tonight...i think i'm going to pop over to H and that guy's and sweet baby D's place for a quick visit but not to stay for the movie. i r tired cat.

fin.

Monday, February 15, 2010

such n00bs...

and why i could never move away from toronto.


this was saturday night's dinner. pretty effin' tasty. the creamed spinach was soooo good, the steak a little under but very delicious (we took a 1lb steak and cut it in half) and i did champignons à la D grande, which is basically butter-sautéed mushrooms flambéed with cognac (big D's favorite preparation). sided with a baked potato with chive-dill sour cream, it's starchy insides well lubricated with pats of salted butter. for dessert i made us chocolate soufflés, although i'm starting to realize that i'm not the biggest chocolate soufflé fan, even when they're served kind of under the way i like them. they're just never chocolate-y or dense or richenough.

we watched "the hurt locker." despite the hyperbolic text on the movie poster, i wouldn't call it a "near-perfect movie" - it's an extremely VISCERAL film, which actually makes it an apt comparison piece to "avatar" - purely experiential - not really a thinker piece. it's a tight, lean little number guaranteed to keep you on the edge of your seat - you're completely immersed in the world that bigelow constructs. so if you're looking for something that builds tension and plunges you into a heart-pounding, death-defying, immersive sensory experience, i would take "the hurt locker" over the hyper-constructed, credulity-stretching environment of "avatar" any day. while the thrills in both might be cheap and manipulative, "avatar" wears its artifice on its sleeve. also, kathryn bigelow is an ass-kickingly good director. think about it - her female contemporaries are making stuff like "it's complicated" (aka mom-porn) and she's making these small, gut-punchingly good action flicks. and she's a stone fox, too!

we came home from the show at the rivoli and polished off an entire LARGE pizza nova meat lover's pizza, which made us feel disgusting and created a very logy start to our sunday. we were supposed to have corned beef hash for breakkie but i kiboshed that in favour of bran muffins as a way of apologizing to my innards for the hefty hit they took on saturday night.

so we roused ourselves enough on a lazy, slackery feeling long weekend sunday to do some mild house sprucing - i touched up paint that had been stripped by leaving painter's tape on the wall for too long, the dotytron worked on painting the doors and then we decided to finally act on a long-incubated plan to go visit a T&T grocery store. CAN YOU BELIEVE I'VE NEVER BEEN TO T&T?!??!!!? it's REDONKULOUS.


alls i gotta say is: wow. i'm never going to chinatown again. why would i want to when you have stuff like hamberger cake with REAL lettuce?!? T&T is AMAZING! it's a gleaming, clean, giant hall dedicated to all things asian (mostly chinese). you can buy ready-made dim sum, chinese bakery goods (INCLUDING MILK TARTS!), there's a whole hot pot aisle, every noodle, tonnes of fresh pork, beef, chicken and a well-stocked seafood counter with pacific oysters, mussels, and fresh tilapia a plenty. so much fun! we wandered the aisles in wonder.

alls i also gotta say is: i love going on staycation adventures with the dotytron. he was SUPER-pumped and giddy to check out T&T - i love that this constitutes our big city adventuring. going to a chinese grocery store. we basically went in our pjs, thinking it was going to be a quick mission.

the original plan, based on my intimate understandings of the dining habits of the general public, was that we were going to go for our valentine's day meal on monday, at guu izakaya. we were going to ask our buddy L to join us. knowing that sunday was valentine's day and that on a regular day, the lineups at guu can take more than an hour (an hour minimum if you're a party of two, more if you have 3 or more in your group), i called on friday to make sure they were open on monday and our plan was to show up promptly at 5pm so that we would get seated in the first rush and then not have to wait in line. BUT (so stupid), as we were leaving T&T, we decided that we had enough time to go to the bay, pick up something for the dotytron and then show up at guu by like, 5:30pm. we'd be fine, right? (so stupid). we even STOPPED halfway between our parking spot and the bay, at like, 4:50, and debated whether we should go straight to guu and be there for 5pm, or whether we should risk it and go to the bay. and then i went against MY OWN KNOWLEDGE OF PEOPLE'S DINING HABITS and said, "no, we'll be fine, no one ever wants to eat before 6pm" (so stupid). WHY WAS I SO STUPID?!?

so of course we get there at 5:20pm and are faced with this. we kept inching forward up the line as they called couple after couple into the table. then, when we were 2nd in line behind a nice, older couple, the host told us that the restaurant was completely full and that we were looking at a minimum 1 hour wait. what they do is they take down your name, the number in your party, and as people leave, they bring more people in. you can run the risk of leaving and going someplace for a drink, but you can't leave your phone number, so what they do is they keep going down the list and when you come back, you're put back at the top again. there's also a 2 hour maximum seating time on any table, so conceivably, if everyone had sat for the maximum time, we wouldn't have gotten in until 7pm.

we opted to stay. we waited about 45 minutes or so, outside. it wasn't that bad. although what was annoying was that we KNEW this was going to happen, planned around it, and then stupidly decided to go through with it anyway. on valentine's day. at a hot new restaurant. thinking we could squeeze in a quick errand. like total n00bs.

the space inside is beautiful. all dark stone (slate?), and thick communal tables and benches made of rough-hewn wood. we got to sit at the bar (yay!) which is the best place to sit in this restaurant. the bar chairs are made out of solid blocks of wood, heavy and cumbersome to move around but surprisingly comfortable. holy crap, this is the FUNNEST restaurant i've eaten in in a loooooong time. so. much. fun. so delicious. so gently priced! nothing on the menu is over $10. because it's izakaya (like japanese tapas) it's all food that's conducive to whetting your whistle with their extensive sake and japanese vodka selection (the dotytron also got a GIANT sapporo). ALL the staff are japanese and japanese-speaking - this ain't your bloor street sushi, folks - and they greet your raucously when you finally get a seat. everyone's shouting and screaming (kind of like a japenese lick's) and it's a rollicking good time.


the cooks are also insanely hot. so effin' attractive. you're informed about your 2 hour seating limit and that your server will take your last order in an hour and a half. don't try messing with this system with your western sense of entitlement because you will fail (or get into a giant fight like this guy). seriously, that guy ("david" in the list of reviews) was an idiot. 2 hours is MORE than enough time to eat. it's also encouraging when 95% of the clientele are asian people, because as we all know, asian people know how to eat with a near unmatched vigor, enthusiasm, and adventurism that's seldom seen amongst our pale-faced brothers.

so, let's get down to business. the menu is divided into sections based on type of preparation: apps, salads, cold, fried, braised, grilled, udon/rice, and sweets, supplemented with a list of specials.

we talked over our choices for like, a half hour before ordering (the place is busy, and it's not like your 2 hours starts when you place the order...it's more like when your drink order is taken. again: SMARTEN UP! think strategically! not guu's fault if you dither and waste time!)

hotate (scallop) carpaccio with wasabi mayo. these scallops are shipped in from hokkaido. i know you're not going to believe me...but this obscene waste of fossil fuels is totally worth it.


braised pork belly with egg. there are some people in the world who don't like biting into a hunk of warm, molten pig fat and feeling the unctuous flood of porcine lard coat your tongue and mouth in a bath of pure, primordial, liquid sunshine. those people don't enjoy life and i feel sorry for them.

yellowtail sashimi with belly meat. WHY IS BELLY MEAT OF EVERY ANIMAL IN THE WORLD (FISH, FOUL, VERTEBRATE, INVERTEBRATE) THE BEST IN THE WORLD?!??? this was a special, flown in from b.c.

this is saba (spanish mackerel) deep fried and served with a house-made tartar sauce.

this was a special dish. tongue in a japanese style curry with udon noodles. i don't know about you, but i LOVE fat, slippery, chewy-textured udon noodles and when they're sauced in a rich, creamy, malaysian-influenced curry sauce with tender hunks of tongue - well, the very thought of this is bringing tears to my eyes right now.

deep fried brie cheese with mango and blueberry sauce. it's deep fried cheese - you do the math.

grilled oysters with mushrooms, spinach, mayonnaise, and cheese (aka japanese oysters rockefeller). SO GOOD. the giant pacific oysters are all cut up and the mushrooms add a umami savoriness and the the oysters and the mushrooms take on the flavour of each other and mimic the others' texture - the whole thing is really harmonized well.

b.c. uni (aka dirt custard). uni is an acquired taste. the dotytron didn't think he liked it. i KNOW i love it. but he tried it again last night and came around. having it shipped from b.c. totally helps. it depends on how well you like things with an earthy funk to them (like lobster tomalley). it's like tomalley custard.


salmon natto yukke (salmon with seven friends). salmon sashimi chunks with natto (fermented soybeans - we were warned that they taste very strong, both by the chef preparing the dish and our server when we ordered it), garlic chips, scallions, wonton crisps, shibazuke, takuan, and a raw egg yolk. it's mixed table side by your server and then you roll it up in nori and eat it. really good. the natto wasn't that strong at all, especially once everything was mixed up. we were a little scared by all the warnings but it's just that fishy, fermented taste.


okonomiyaki, a deep-fried japanese pancake (containing egg, flour, cabbage, grated yam?) served with tonkatsu sauce and mayonnaise (I LOVE KEWPIE MAYONNAISE!) and bonito flakes moving seductively on top.

i love almond milk like few things on earth (when i was the pastry chef at sen5es, i was developing a warm almond-milk/nut soup served with a shot of cognac and some fried fritters as a winter dessert item). so we ordered the almond tofu, which is gelatinized almond milk served in a little clay cup, fragrant with the sweet perfume of almonds. delicious!

so...we paid $111 for all this. that includes a GIANT sapporo, a small sapporo, and a japanese vodka for the dotytron. tax included (we tipped in cash). THAT'S AMAZING. we could basically go back and not repeat what we ordered and still get a whole new meal of awesomeness. seriously. SO BEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's also FUN! fun in a way that pizzeria libretto and fine dining and even the black hoof aren't fun. this is fun fun fun food and a fun fun fun dining experience. the variety of flavours, textures, temperatures is incredible. people who i know are going to love this: BWONG, L, MY ENTIRE FAMILY. i can't wait to take my mum for her birthday.

at one point, midway through our meal, i looked over at the dotytron and met his eyes and smiled and he looked at me and laughed and said, "you look so happy. you look drunk. you're food drunk. this is your booze." and i totally was. so happy. so sated. so intensely in love with my surroundings and my current state. that's why i could never move away from toronto. i could never live in a place like peterborough, or brockville...where there's like, ONE chinese grocery store or ONE sushi place and you can't get ramen and kushiyaki and izakaya and charcuterie and hakka and northern indian and southern indian and malaysian, thai, vietnamese, northern chinese and southern chinese. i couldn't do it...at least not now.

speaking of which, i actually hit that izakaya place on front like, 6 years ago with buns and the dotytron and my friend Tpat visiting from vancouver...that place was ABYSMAL compared to guu.

today is a day of laid back house chores and quilting in preparation of returning to work a demain.

fin.