tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165633782024-03-13T09:58:55.030-07:00BrokeDaMouthTummying the LineUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-35460141136180134972008-07-25T16:49:00.000-07:002008-07-25T16:51:41.847-07:00Maybe I'll start again?Should I? Less schmancy dining, more cooking, but... yeah. I probably should. Will restart after I get the new iphone. Wish I'd taken pics of the last Chinese feast.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-78531388840908102802007-06-04T17:06:00.001-07:002007-06-04T17:07:13.053-07:00this encapsulatesfood that becomes too nouveau. how ridiculous can we get?<br /><a href="http://nataliedee.com/"><img src="http://nataliedee.com/060407/dumb-fancy-restaurants.jpg" border=0></a><br /><a href="http://nataliedee.com/">nataliedee.com</a><br /><br />So i never really started up again, but i have a big milestone that everyone else in the world has also blogged about to blog about soon, so I SHALL!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-17957970440954302242007-04-18T16:17:00.001-07:002007-04-18T16:20:36.466-07:00brief (or not so) hiatusI'm going to get started again! I have a huge backlog of pics to send and spring has arrived full force in Cali which means madly gorgeous produce. My tomater plants are already in the ground, which means some obscene and juicy pics of tomaters when summer arriveth. <br /><br />Took a break cuz of my new job and what amounts to a new lease on life for me since my old job was killing me. <br /><br />I love pugs, and I especially love Odie the pug. He rox.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-82303063351202735172007-04-18T15:00:00.001-07:002007-04-18T15:00:26.353-07:00<object classid='clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000' codebase='http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0' width='320' height='240' id='Vplayer' align='middle'> <param name='allowScriptAccess' value='sameDomain' /> <param name='FlashVars' value='playlistURL=http://www.mywaves.com/channels/unembed/cfb0bc00de67779154cd1226a41cc70499d436d7&beginPaused=1' /><param name='movie' value='http://www.mywaves.com/Vplayer.swf' /><param name='quality' value='high' /><param name='bgcolor' value='#ffffff' /><embed src='http://www.mywaves.com/Vplayer.swf' quality='high' bgcolor='#ffffff' src='http://www.mywaves.com/Vplayer.swf' FlashVars='playlistURL=http://www.mywaves.com/channels/unembed/cfb0bc00de67779154cd1226a41cc70499d436d7&beginPaused=1' width='320' height='240' name='Vplayer' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='sameDomain' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-24632600751719647712007-01-26T20:12:00.000-08:002007-04-18T16:24:43.966-07:00NamiNamiThere are trillions of Japanese restaurants around here. Castro St. in Mountain View has a brand new Japanese kinda place. Apparently the cuisine is from Kyoto and is called koryori. The menu features great sakes and soju, and some "sake-specific" dishes. But it's not an izakaya (pub). The dishes are more refined.<br /><br />Luckily, Jane, (the friend that embarked upon the gustatory expedition), and I share two important and delightful propensities: 1) Daring when it comes to food, 2) Tendency to over-order.<br /><br />We started with something that was called "Crab Butter" or "Kani Miso" on the menu. This was a sake-centered dish:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCfxy5IeESeJo94mwevpYpxTvqrIzuwHWeG9MRxeZvU2jrvr40pJWHzIL6SLNNZlbJiBsRpinIafil44xnykjlGLO7cB8RK5nOKzXmzPmaAehyphenhyphenFbhG4SDB9eUaVlkX02VIg6BI/s1600-h/P1000260.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCfxy5IeESeJo94mwevpYpxTvqrIzuwHWeG9MRxeZvU2jrvr40pJWHzIL6SLNNZlbJiBsRpinIafil44xnykjlGLO7cB8RK5nOKzXmzPmaAehyphenhyphenFbhG4SDB9eUaVlkX02VIg6BI/s400/P1000260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024560164634027138" border="0" /></a><br />I'm not sure what this crab butter actually was, but it was extremely fishy tasting. Jane didn't like it, but I thought that the crab butter with a bit of scallion and lemon peel cutting through it was all right. What is called crab butter is usually the white-yellow fat inside the back of the shell of a crab. It's a delicacy and I've seen it in recipes as well. It's also called "tomalley." I'm pretty sure that this was at least partially flavored by that tomalley.<br /><br />EDIT:<br />From: http://www.stippy.com/japan-eating-an...<br /><br />"Kani miso (カニみそ), is a grey/green coloured paste, and usually you’ll get a good-sized spoonful or two from a single crab. Ask a Japanese person what they think kani miso is and more often then not the word ‘nou miso’ (脳みそ) will come up (i.e. crab’s brain). However this is a common misconception.<br /><br />The truth is far more horrific, the brain size of an average size crab is little more than that of a pea, and kani miso is whatever is left after all the white meat is taken out of the crab - a nasty looking concoction of internal organs such as livers and pancrease, intestines, their contents and just a little bit of the actual brain."<br /><br />The taste of kani miso really isn't terribly different from eating the "brains/guts" or "butter" of a cooked lobster or prawn head, if you are into that flavor."<br /><br />I'm pretty into it...<br /><br />Here was our sake. I love the presentation:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZ_iFwm32gEc02Srkh_xtsHhT3gPjLSkEXjP24lAsD73asYEn9Hzo3bFpnuWq34ABzIG8BZiBfjC12eu6bzkH6uPLXEGxxyJZywvRtqPows4iAvbHzBNa0n-D6g-JfEta_VBA/s1600-h/P1000257.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZ_iFwm32gEc02Srkh_xtsHhT3gPjLSkEXjP24lAsD73asYEn9Hzo3bFpnuWq34ABzIG8BZiBfjC12eu6bzkH6uPLXEGxxyJZywvRtqPows4iAvbHzBNa0n-D6g-JfEta_VBA/s400/P1000257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024560160339059810" border="0" /></a><br />It was the cheapest bottle on the menu ($23), a decent Junmai with smooth flavors after chilling down.<br /><br />Our appetizer was sesame tofu and shrimp wrapped in yuba (tofu-skin) and deep fried.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4iby0fLOTjDLWEiqpyJwATNn3sTRhyJtpJVPipI9OsYMkn0CPtoqVuInBkwsTnKPDe74wVi07_SpwHynpnAIS1WZFFwipU9FewovzBaDhqftrUTDjsKPwmemGGZc_3xbIt4Hj/s1600-h/P1000262.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4iby0fLOTjDLWEiqpyJwATNn3sTRhyJtpJVPipI9OsYMkn0CPtoqVuInBkwsTnKPDe74wVi07_SpwHynpnAIS1WZFFwipU9FewovzBaDhqftrUTDjsKPwmemGGZc_3xbIt4Hj/s400/P1000262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024560168928994450" border="0" /></a><br />This was very subtly flavored and utterly delicious. The sesame tofu held it's shape and was almost mochi like with a richer taste than normal tofu. I would order this again and again.<br /><br />Miso cod:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggpAW3IcaBOZJg3uL75ExQMZfWkEtffEZBYP91vziqm65uXHr6bJbf14AHY3qwTo5D53cpvfvl77MCn5i4-8q1ta4kBL1fDZbDizjYfgGU4KEbXnpYr81uFpZI4DEmt0clyZb9/s1600-h/P1000265.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggpAW3IcaBOZJg3uL75ExQMZfWkEtffEZBYP91vziqm65uXHr6bJbf14AHY3qwTo5D53cpvfvl77MCn5i4-8q1ta4kBL1fDZbDizjYfgGU4KEbXnpYr81uFpZI4DEmt0clyZb9/s400/P1000265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024560168928994466" border="0" /></a><br />I've never had bad miso marinated cod, it's just a perfect marriage of flavors. This one was great, seared quickly, with a slight char. The daikon in the front was served with some unidentifiable roe. The little bowl held sweet black beans. That seemed unnecessary and they weren't very flavorful.<br /><br />Stewed Beef Tongue:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidX-Hk3mIruaEcTIWAvqLzpm1G-Jg2jphTt72vE8FUh3d3skT8IgSFvKXG-sja4kQYAbUuJtAxGl9sTaukk39zRwaLxXe-0lO56HbxH4AWZTGH6Y3q85psw7RB2GETwNyWb-Bi/s1600-h/P1000266.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidX-Hk3mIruaEcTIWAvqLzpm1G-Jg2jphTt72vE8FUh3d3skT8IgSFvKXG-sja4kQYAbUuJtAxGl9sTaukk39zRwaLxXe-0lO56HbxH4AWZTGH6Y3q85psw7RB2GETwNyWb-Bi/s400/P1000266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024568033014113570" border="0" /></a><br />This was the first time I'd had beef tongue, but this was old hat for Jane. Those pieces are a lot larger than you can see. They were extremely tender, no stringy bits, lovely pieces of meat and didn't taste anything like I imagine tongue to taste. It was topped with shredded green onions and very fine bits of red pepper skin. The broth was subtly beef flavored and slightly sweet.<br /><br />Deep Fried Sardines with Ume and Shiso<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWH_YWU3yhH760uBJsju1IIRzkmBNoY7L16njyKTAqDtfBL5hLKiVE4XbEEiQ710VBLhrFHdJjbH3Iv8EI8_pIJHJSh00_qCInjP2FykC7P9l5CcGXDEL95C6r9KQtW5M6iFVa/s1600-h/P1000268.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWH_YWU3yhH760uBJsju1IIRzkmBNoY7L16njyKTAqDtfBL5hLKiVE4XbEEiQ710VBLhrFHdJjbH3Iv8EI8_pIJHJSh00_qCInjP2FykC7P9l5CcGXDEL95C6r9KQtW5M6iFVa/s400/P1000268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024560903368402114" border="0" /></a><br />Lightly fried, the ume (sour plum) cut the fat in this fry perfectly. It's like eating cornichons/gherkins with charcuterie.<br /><br />Anko Nabe (Monkfish in Broth)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGwSbNWz5fZB2aGEonKnhC06XuPMwLP50CPXBdlJnTkbNfb5ESqKjK0PoKOohO1agHtF0MolO5A1wM5u3k9mtHuaFD8znMOTjsuHcP_VtTqClnbBzcoGY802UW6EdrMBZaRUm/s1600-h/P1000270.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGwSbNWz5fZB2aGEonKnhC06XuPMwLP50CPXBdlJnTkbNfb5ESqKjK0PoKOohO1agHtF0MolO5A1wM5u3k9mtHuaFD8znMOTjsuHcP_VtTqClnbBzcoGY802UW6EdrMBZaRUm/s400/P1000270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024568033014113554" border="0" /></a><br />This broth was served over flame that kept it warm. Light and soothing but not remarkable. It reminded me of my mother's soups.<br /><br />This is when Jane and I really went berserk. We ended up ordering three desserts and they were all exemplary.<br /><br />Green Tea Blanc Mange<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFN5DZydPNMGtwAUCH3J2po3qaRrgxv174jBA8iSXZNOugFs4S7UI0fKm_aVo3ypIN6BfpBgGNd-ZH7rDhnul9m21pKqKHuOQssJ-zP9sfQWBo480IDyKxxS15PntyHFj-yfti/s1600-h/P1000273.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFN5DZydPNMGtwAUCH3J2po3qaRrgxv174jBA8iSXZNOugFs4S7UI0fKm_aVo3ypIN6BfpBgGNd-ZH7rDhnul9m21pKqKHuOQssJ-zP9sfQWBo480IDyKxxS15PntyHFj-yfti/s400/P1000273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024560907663369442" border="0" /></a><br />This blanc mange was a very rich and fluffy custard. The matcha green tea powder sprinkled over the top was beautiful and the cherries actually complemented the green tea. Who knew?<br /><br />Brown Sugar Ice Cream<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilb7EZj65qh9kudt-koIBL8sulKqOpMh-qM5MTii0t3DViAHwZW5oPnv-7IypkPHT8AoV3LnvfNKtJbRRgTPCqPry-GN0LcpeN14jApbQL1OV5q_gZ_8b5LlDB-mHklXCfjhpR/s1600-h/P1000276.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilb7EZj65qh9kudt-koIBL8sulKqOpMh-qM5MTii0t3DViAHwZW5oPnv-7IypkPHT8AoV3LnvfNKtJbRRgTPCqPry-GN0LcpeN14jApbQL1OV5q_gZ_8b5LlDB-mHklXCfjhpR/s400/P1000276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024560907663369458" border="0" /></a><br />These unassuming scoops packed a wallop of intense brown sugar flavor. It wasn't creamy and was more like a Brown Sugar sorbet. If it had been real cream it might have been too rich. This was by far my favorite dessert, and I think I'm going to try making this myself with my ice cream maker.<br /><br />Strawberry, Mochi and Red Bean Crepe<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEYkkQFqPPwoRQOQ7j7ouoleddeSQ0sVbVQYcyO7ceLXgC3eyEM8Ii7TZ3dWyh7BmCfasDWP4pIqwExS_soQRi7dKZ9Xjgfs8-DUQlAgRDPHG_ULhDmPbGZR7pesdRvxdsoWFg/s1600-h/P1000277.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEYkkQFqPPwoRQOQ7j7ouoleddeSQ0sVbVQYcyO7ceLXgC3eyEM8Ii7TZ3dWyh7BmCfasDWP4pIqwExS_soQRi7dKZ9Xjgfs8-DUQlAgRDPHG_ULhDmPbGZR7pesdRvxdsoWFg/s400/P1000277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024561165361407234" border="0" /></a><br />Exactly as the title says, this was subtly sweet. The crepe might have just been a bit too oily.<br /><br />As you can see, the decor is elegant and spacious:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVdBp28_-XQb0qYvkzvrz5CCTeHOcSC6elUFO76Y3CrsHmBgw2mEroRiKE5AXd2Nuv733zM-p8qyGEvRLw2QBE0yJCreufVBT5Jp8kDhF6huFu2cAgnTg1Eu8VkoAfN2CP6PuT/s1600-h/P1000272.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVdBp28_-XQb0qYvkzvrz5CCTeHOcSC6elUFO76Y3CrsHmBgw2mEroRiKE5AXd2Nuv733zM-p8qyGEvRLw2QBE0yJCreufVBT5Jp8kDhF6huFu2cAgnTg1Eu8VkoAfN2CP6PuT/s400/P1000272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024560903368402130" border="0" /></a><br /><br />For higher end Japanese, I would choose this over Kaygetsu in Menlo Park. I realize that Kaygetsu offers a different experience, (Kaiseki and a sushi bar). This was more adventurous, equally high quality, much cheaper (9 courses and sake was about $60/person!), and the menu was more extensive than Kaygetsu's.<br /><br />I don't think that NamiNami offers a full sushi bar, but they definitely have sashimi and sushi type dishes.<br /><br />I am definitely going back. There were multiple uni dishes: uni croquettes, uni ochazuke, uni sashimi dishes.... I gots to try those!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-49434190007257256142007-01-21T13:09:00.000-08:002007-01-21T15:40:09.093-08:00Porky PleasureThe most exciting discovery I made at the farmer's market today was a new stand- Severino's Community Butchers. They sell pig products galore. I picked up head cheese pate (coppa di testa), country pate (pate campagnola), boudin noir, and the most beautiful spare ribs I have ever seen. No blood, but thick, creamy striations of fat. I'm not sure what to do with pig with so much fat quite yet.<br /><br />The guys behind the booth seem to be Justin Severino and Jim Dunlop according to <a href="http://smallfarms.typepad.com/small_farms/2007/01/hey_you_mountai.html#comments">this post.</a><br />They were charming, laid back, and after tasting their products I believe I will become a regular. Famous food writer and Tony Bourdain and Thomas Keller crony, Michael Ruhlman, mentioned them in <a href="http://blog.ruhlman.com/2006/12/index.html">his blog</a> last month.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhimQFTqch2HrTyzvxh0dJqkdQmM9sgthyphenhyphendNGvWVY3tjLDpWsDIlI8tdB9jUgpErerwkBS2pCQg0NEynp6tvp2wFonn-A_me9xY9V10zt7SVrKfe5xD78PcBHUNafxG_0uT7VB3/s1600-h/P1000247.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhimQFTqch2HrTyzvxh0dJqkdQmM9sgthyphenhyphendNGvWVY3tjLDpWsDIlI8tdB9jUgpErerwkBS2pCQg0NEynp6tvp2wFonn-A_me9xY9V10zt7SVrKfe5xD78PcBHUNafxG_0uT7VB3/s400/P1000247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022596050319762498" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here's a moody photo full of chiaroscuro with the country pate on the left and their head cheese on the right. It's all slathered on some crusty Acme baguette :<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZs6XLYhJW0A26XxYkhfsQF0muV-mxCNaETMzmWekYjPu7ELEuZDfzYMldW5hM6MHEIOBA0KxDhaVKY7lpUzPVcpaZt5ABG4-pZKaR591JK_95szBB-YIh-vQmj4ZPZeqWbTqH/s1600-h/P1000253.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZs6XLYhJW0A26XxYkhfsQF0muV-mxCNaETMzmWekYjPu7ELEuZDfzYMldW5hM6MHEIOBA0KxDhaVKY7lpUzPVcpaZt5ABG4-pZKaR591JK_95szBB-YIh-vQmj4ZPZeqWbTqH/s400/P1000253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022596050319762514" border="0" /></a><br />I tasted this stuff and was addicted. I started just eating it straight, licking it off the knife. It's embarrassing and true. That chunk of garlic there came with the head cheese. The flavors are very strong, the texture isn't too creamy, there are pieces of pig and herb (and garlic), but it's so clean tasting. You don't feel at all like you're eating offal. I hope this stand sticks around.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-26058864736620844192007-01-21T12:58:00.000-08:002007-01-21T13:09:34.067-08:00Mountain View Farmer's Market is da BombThe Mountain View farmer's market is by FAR the best market on the Peninsula and it's much closer to us than the Ferry Building is. They have great prices, huge selection of produce and prepared, lots of samples, generous hours and they are open year round. They also have lots of harder to find veggies. I took a few pics but this doesn't give you a very good idea of their breadth. Since I don't like sweet things as much, I forgot to take any pics of all the baked goods, even though I got myself some Acme bread. There's a Chinese dumpling stand, cheeses, Indian and Pakistani food and lots of florist and gardener stands.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrj3ShmTdPFTVdlbJi-1ioRX3lzAOBAQtiieYQSz8IBZANR-SJP4Zxrqgyrpcs-pOwLqM8YvqHuha8Wr5WCdsdsAaJ7wuqD1-LEAr8c4zBKZ189itiGIqznSU32DgIvPm-2WuQ/s1600-h/P1000245.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrj3ShmTdPFTVdlbJi-1ioRX3lzAOBAQtiieYQSz8IBZANR-SJP4Zxrqgyrpcs-pOwLqM8YvqHuha8Wr5WCdsdsAaJ7wuqD1-LEAr8c4zBKZ189itiGIqznSU32DgIvPm-2WuQ/s400/P1000245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022592116129719282" border="0" /></a><br />Little Kiddos can be amused too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1Yv4LVl4FItapF1khikUvOjes_apZoOk2hBH5LmEAi7zetyUvzjYPK9E0vBFigyPKEdjf1MO-7CSFJu3d65cNMRaovSvgKfpEI6FQtinO1aPwniAB-pD5yeYPOO107F5W-7I/s1600-h/P1000246.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1Yv4LVl4FItapF1khikUvOjes_apZoOk2hBH5LmEAi7zetyUvzjYPK9E0vBFigyPKEdjf1MO-7CSFJu3d65cNMRaovSvgKfpEI6FQtinO1aPwniAB-pD5yeYPOO107F5W-7I/s400/P1000246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022592120424686594" border="0" /></a><br />Oyster stand. He also makes a crazy tostada del mar.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtnhkGowpQIt_Xb0d5lY7525oRBh5Z0zvR8LLk4dhaxAU-bLSHs-YMk3O8G0zftJcaRG6zCOyYK8v4jS2s5nbNTmD5t1lIH_YBYuJPJ5Rc3bvn3A3vbFZJuj6Xfhiim64EG1Yy/s1600-h/P1000248.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtnhkGowpQIt_Xb0d5lY7525oRBh5Z0zvR8LLk4dhaxAU-bLSHs-YMk3O8G0zftJcaRG6zCOyYK8v4jS2s5nbNTmD5t1lIH_YBYuJPJ5Rc3bvn3A3vbFZJuj6Xfhiim64EG1Yy/s400/P1000248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022592120424686610" border="0" /></a><br />Pretty produce<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMl-Ystin069p4DI1thFzLUXMw5T0BB54El-LMG7p6GZ1GhcJV-sqaesRYpsSS-Kz1A6UY1V1FImcyNSuyrvPFKlyuTiiSXn-3u41SR_1r6pCQbm5MmjP6yGjUnWXUXh-RAHN2/s1600-h/P1000251.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMl-Ystin069p4DI1thFzLUXMw5T0BB54El-LMG7p6GZ1GhcJV-sqaesRYpsSS-Kz1A6UY1V1FImcyNSuyrvPFKlyuTiiSXn-3u41SR_1r6pCQbm5MmjP6yGjUnWXUXh-RAHN2/s400/P1000251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022592124719653922" border="0" /></a><br />Daikon and scallions, farm fresh, look at how green the greens are for that daikon.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkd7eSwb13rpQyv0dK5N1iVOl_wCo7j2prqcUSlv9yLN3l1WPiolkLVLCPLFoysbvw3hc6DhexSB7dVY5PCrTtoi8gGIDWA3dSu4xOCFpNQPox2LDXEf2_85KTIDQuprsn7UC0/s1600-h/P1000250.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkd7eSwb13rpQyv0dK5N1iVOl_wCo7j2prqcUSlv9yLN3l1WPiolkLVLCPLFoysbvw3hc6DhexSB7dVY5PCrTtoi8gGIDWA3dSu4xOCFpNQPox2LDXEf2_85KTIDQuprsn7UC0/s400/P1000250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022592240683770930" border="0" /></a><br />Sugar cane.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-25338057256391492032007-01-21T12:48:00.000-08:002007-01-21T13:25:28.840-08:00Natto PastaI had said I would post more about natto, the unamerican soybean product. It's very healthy, it's slimy, smells horrible but tastes quite mild. I like it a lot. I generally just eat it with some brown rice, diced scallions and the little package of soy and mustard it comes with.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnF_Kc0O7ZF0ripySOwsPbVG4bF1ZPbc8fvKTlAQMoDtPTI6CGvpEASxtLqSNSanldYVMiArtBUIYMpV2tRomxODBAhiKrHEXARS8mny9TqnHGsX2mjjytJatoXnXWpZXvqoBY/s1600-h/P1000239.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnF_Kc0O7ZF0ripySOwsPbVG4bF1ZPbc8fvKTlAQMoDtPTI6CGvpEASxtLqSNSanldYVMiArtBUIYMpV2tRomxODBAhiKrHEXARS8mny9TqnHGsX2mjjytJatoXnXWpZXvqoBY/s400/P1000239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022590582826394578" border="0" /></a><br />"In BrokeDaMouth world, Natto eats YOU! AAAAHHHHHH"<br /><br />But yesterday, I was hungover and my mind was on Mars. I thought, heeeeey, why don't I make something crazy with natto. So, actually, natto pasta is not at all crazy. Do a search on natto recipes and you'll see all sorts of pasta and spaghetti recipes. I didn't bother to look a recipe up and winged it. I had some weird rolled up looking pasta lying around, some green onion/chive things growing outside, and a can of tuna. I threw in some soy sauce, the little packets of sauce the natto comes with, olive oil, some more mustard, and VOILA, my natto pasta was born.<br /><br />It was very tasty and hit my hungover spot perfectly.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg11SSqNa2wgnq98zyN7ej3Sr3MH-cMZHgAYdB2xA_o-XyZzJCrqq4GNyQZt6P3PTExo3uhi0G3KRXJeeQrEOc2jC1jPdbV84VlEmpXUHLK1qfblnLzY3jivRE4nvBelODcTAh0/s1600-h/P1000243.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg11SSqNa2wgnq98zyN7ej3Sr3MH-cMZHgAYdB2xA_o-XyZzJCrqq4GNyQZt6P3PTExo3uhi0G3KRXJeeQrEOc2jC1jPdbV84VlEmpXUHLK1qfblnLzY3jivRE4nvBelODcTAh0/s400/P1000243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022590582826394562" border="0" /></a><br />Natto pasta lookin slimy and gorgeous.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-17994387473069770082007-01-21T12:29:00.000-08:002008-07-25T16:49:34.280-07:00Power of PlatingLast weekend, I brought that three cheese fondue recipe to a dinner party of 20 somethings. Dinner party for 20 somethings usually involve pizza and some brewskis, but in this case, we went a little beyond. Actually, scratch that, I didn't go beyond, I just made some fondue. But our host, who you can see here blocked by part of that hookah pipe in Palo Alto's newish hookah cafe cum florist (Mills the Florist), actually did go beyond.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2W3qCsbWAM4bxkfSq-JfL4hBbvyy9mr2fBTNHJtM7dOYHseKpSoGHiv5RUdFZF0kSU2NRsvJvjGIayVnUeJ50-sikxNm1z9sHZC4QbS37cdE8Ve6xz2_fQ6jLjZlWdssnU9Oo/s1600-h/P1000223.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2W3qCsbWAM4bxkfSq-JfL4hBbvyy9mr2fBTNHJtM7dOYHseKpSoGHiv5RUdFZF0kSU2NRsvJvjGIayVnUeJ50-sikxNm1z9sHZC4QbS37cdE8Ve6xz2_fQ6jLjZlWdssnU9Oo/s400/P1000223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022585003663877026" border="0" /></a><br />Brav is blocked, Jack's eyes are rabid and Jack is discussing a brilliant new wireless related service that will conquer the world.<br /><br />So, Brav's coup de grace was this cauliflower soup. Cauliflower soup, you say?! How can that be a coup de grace? Cauliflower soup is homey, rich and soothing. But I wouldn't ever call it anyone's culinary achievement. Now I have to revise this statement. Brav got this recipe from epicurious. I am too lazy to look it up, but it was basically titled Cauliflower soup with a lot of other stuff. I would have looked at the recipe, substituted whatever ingredients I had handy and then eaten it straight from the pot. However, Brav actually followed all the directions, included all the ingredients, and then plated it beautifully.<br /><br />BEHOLD! another crap photo!:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtIXDushFiDz_q8zXbnlrHM-fgZ-RqakeqYdNUE0pXw1X7pq8fpwltWOSr_80ga-28lRuhj0jI_W7VmNrqs2rl7LCc7vUZYohihrE4nYXVjgK3rN_0XhF7bB-OGJ-7Qe1EdQgc/s1600-h/P1000229.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtIXDushFiDz_q8zXbnlrHM-fgZ-RqakeqYdNUE0pXw1X7pq8fpwltWOSr_80ga-28lRuhj0jI_W7VmNrqs2rl7LCc7vUZYohihrE4nYXVjgK3rN_0XhF7bB-OGJ-7Qe1EdQgc/s400/P1000229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022585003663877042" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This delicious cauliflower soup is essentially sauteed onions, cream and stock and cauliflower. You can't go wrong with simple ingredients like that! But then, on top of that, there were poached leeks (under that scallop), which added a subtle allium flavor and much needed crunchy textural contrast. Then, Brav added perched that perfectly seared scallop. Not overcooked at all. He drizzled some olive oil, sprinkled some caviar (salty little pops!), I tossed some chives around, a little cracked pepper- It was beautiful. I forgot to mention that the 20 somethings who prepared this meal are actually younger than me. At their age, I was microwaving flour tortillas with shredded cheddar and slopping some Old El Paso on it for dinner.<br /><br />The point of this is, for just a little more effort, you get a beautiful end result that elicited gasps of disbelief from us all. And it was tres tasty to boot.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-36140667023695258542007-01-21T12:24:00.000-08:002007-01-21T12:29:28.656-08:00Crise de BrokeDaMouthThere has been a slight pause in posting. There are multiple reasons for this pause, but the main one is that life got in the way for a bit. Yes, BrokeDaMouth does things other than take crappy pictures of food. Anyway, now that most of my life is temporarily squared away, I can recommence with my real life- the life that revolves around eating.<br /><br />Additionally, some of those close to me have remarked on the poor quality of this blog's writing. They have noted that I may be capable of more gripping commentary... This is possible but I'm not altogether sure where they came up with this idea. BrokeDaMouth is not a journalist. So to anyone who comes to this blog expecting earth-shattering food-related revelations and prose to make you weep, I am sorry to disappoint. But I shall attempt to double-check my writing before I post it. Onward!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-62286871993956781212007-01-11T19:27:00.000-08:002008-07-25T17:00:05.459-07:00True Love=BouchonI am about to go meet Carrie who has requested to borrow my Bouchon cookbook. Since I am a little distracted by various changes occurring in my life I had forgotten to post about my meal at BOUCHON in Las Vegas. I enjoyed this 50 trillion times more than L'Atelier Joel Robuchon, though the atelier was quite an experience.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWgrbRBoswO3pl0qScdKH70-35m0mOrfuo8EIejaNmk3Xn0P7DpgkNIUkdiNZzF4Yu200uWKI43BN1Zco8TS1xwDYIKvTF1_dScRdMSM5PF9zfBcmOyWZpFo3MsbPfNglgjh8/s1600-h/P1000064.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWgrbRBoswO3pl0qScdKH70-35m0mOrfuo8EIejaNmk3Xn0P7DpgkNIUkdiNZzF4Yu200uWKI43BN1Zco8TS1xwDYIKvTF1_dScRdMSM5PF9zfBcmOyWZpFo3MsbPfNglgjh8/s400/P1000064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018982492470174466" border="0" /></a><br /><br />First of all, I love the Venezia. The Venetian was an old client of mine and I'm still saddened the um, "middleman" futzed up the situation so that the Venetian was poached, actually by another internal organization. So there ended my somewhat tenuous relationship with The Venetian.<br /><br />Now, to the good stuff. This was our last big meal in Vegas. We longed for something simple and I had been agitating for Bouchon non-stop since we arrived. I have spent many an hour gazing longingly at the pornlicious pics in the cookbook (only cooked their poulet roti and the most simple moules). I'm not sure that French Laundry really appeals to me (I haven't ascertained how much despised foam Keller uses in those dishes), but I know that the Bouchon food truly satisfies me.<br /><br />Look. They have Hangar One here! That gets the BrokeDaMouth big ups because nothing satisfies me more than a Hangar One Mandarin with soda. Even when queasy, I can drink this easily. This is modeled by one of the most friendly waitresses I have ever met.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvZuMOLTFX58DEuqicMlD1NpRyhLqRUVwutl5Dz5SPJ5lXxJxNE75cEMeoOUb-B9nu7uHFAYYwxiq01n63D9ed5bxaqi9PGOd89J1U-TUkwRcr8BATkU2fTzjOCH8TJx_yVbV/s1600-h/P1000072.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvZuMOLTFX58DEuqicMlD1NpRyhLqRUVwutl5Dz5SPJ5lXxJxNE75cEMeoOUb-B9nu7uHFAYYwxiq01n63D9ed5bxaqi9PGOd89J1U-TUkwRcr8BATkU2fTzjOCH8TJx_yVbV/s400/P1000072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018982496765141794" border="0" /></a><br />Service is SO important. This place had way better service than the atelier. Unaffected, genuinely friendly. They got huge tips. Chris and I sat at the bar because we hadn't made reservations and we generally like to sit at bars no matter what. I know Chris doesn't like anything remotely verging on stuffy (which attitude one does find at restaurants of every caliber) and we like to strike up relationships with bartenders. It proves valuable. In this case, we got a whole bunch of drinks off of it. FANTASTICO! One of these drinks (off the menu) tasted like a dreamy starburst (made by an equally dreamy bartender). It was made with sloe gin, something that I will have to purchase to try and duplicate.<br /><br />I didn't want to mess with success so we really had about as classic a meal as one can imagine. We started with Kir Royale.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcBnBjxBk1eMBJuQ1WxYEEAIGG5QZNiTR7-YicBtdFg27YgJVWwHpyJ2hWxlMJgEpC9uy1XDal0OMD8czgadWstODCExsTYzmCG_cSOev6EJyACE1uuN0PeDrmoDexQLaecwo4/s1600-h/P1000069.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcBnBjxBk1eMBJuQ1WxYEEAIGG5QZNiTR7-YicBtdFg27YgJVWwHpyJ2hWxlMJgEpC9uy1XDal0OMD8czgadWstODCExsTYzmCG_cSOev6EJyACE1uuN0PeDrmoDexQLaecwo4/s400/P1000069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018982492470174482" border="0" /></a><br />what a YUMMTY image (in more ways than one!)<br /><br />Oysters<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6hp7NA6Ho6EFEpZ7HW1yYo8gJLC2bzo3p-jlelb1YIv6TLKWQtfG0FZjf5XyWkLEVfuaNjLiC1idtNOAP36wyjghUFUFa2QBeCcOUhNpBp0isxHUUQWAzE4Yx-lGE1Xxd_B8Q/s1600-h/P1000074.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6hp7NA6Ho6EFEpZ7HW1yYo8gJLC2bzo3p-jlelb1YIv6TLKWQtfG0FZjf5XyWkLEVfuaNjLiC1idtNOAP36wyjghUFUFa2QBeCcOUhNpBp0isxHUUQWAzE4Yx-lGE1Xxd_B8Q/s400/P1000074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018982496765141810" border="0" /></a><br />Good oysters from all over. I don't remember a single locale anymore. Loved their mignonette, loved the lack of shell debris. How is it possible to get oysters shipped to the desert and still taste as though they were harvested that day?<br /><br />Chris' Soupe a l'oignon<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP5-oziqhA13YN6W4EGx4W-xBv5jk7kblBFguuO2343dxnbvHYhHB0hHVpvyD9GLuKunwtt0yHEbOx07SSDxYqGFAOhCdk4cAEnGEn5rRT8vHLH5S3Y0aLOhyphenhyphenlrJx0jv7Wr_Qk/s1600-h/P1000081.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP5-oziqhA13YN6W4EGx4W-xBv5jk7kblBFguuO2343dxnbvHYhHB0hHVpvyD9GLuKunwtt0yHEbOx07SSDxYqGFAOhCdk4cAEnGEn5rRT8vHLH5S3Y0aLOhyphenhyphenlrJx0jv7Wr_Qk/s400/P1000081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018983093765596002" border="0" /></a><br />Sad pic.<br />This broth was immense. It was so rich it was smoky. Practically a meal in and of itself.<br /><br />Salade Frisee avec oeuf poche et lardons (LOTSO lardons)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCXMiuSdbQf7MQwAxpWKR3loX3aIUE6A6QoEkFjj9T-074WzGJXwLSmuw3xB4bfJXB5iSdhZSfC1JPv2-1Fauoo5tdaMSlm_v6UZdpj-PfMBy-RUCzKgjtWfi7VAwojNBt32HN/s1600-h/P1000086.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCXMiuSdbQf7MQwAxpWKR3loX3aIUE6A6QoEkFjj9T-074WzGJXwLSmuw3xB4bfJXB5iSdhZSfC1JPv2-1Fauoo5tdaMSlm_v6UZdpj-PfMBy-RUCzKgjtWfi7VAwojNBt32HN/s400/P1000086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018983089470628674" border="0" /></a><br />You break the most heartbreakingly, perfectly poached egg into this salad that is already lightly dressed with a lardon vinaigrette and that yolk just coats the frisee in delight. (Sorry tat sounds so dirrty). I don't normally like frisee but this just WORKED. And those brioche slices were the bomb. This is like having breakfast for dinner in a way that's not remotely embarrassing.<br /><br />Another pic because it's such a pretty dish<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkQ9cnrTTTmPEvHAB_lBq2uhA45boMkyX42B98NPi_z9FsIu6Lpbi1CY2WUnMqpyZJxo3KznnueRYKIEgH7AHWKi1Wlg4qqJmPG6bEr6yA8L53ZHpKpVrsUO7vDAOO9N74E7lu/s1600-h/P1000079.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkQ9cnrTTTmPEvHAB_lBq2uhA45boMkyX42B98NPi_z9FsIu6Lpbi1CY2WUnMqpyZJxo3KznnueRYKIEgH7AHWKi1Wlg4qqJmPG6bEr6yA8L53ZHpKpVrsUO7vDAOO9N74E7lu/s400/P1000079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018983093765595986" border="0" /></a><br />This pic says "I am almost as hawt as Chris and his kir royale."<br /><br />Steak Frites<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbbcBCZS6A5aB_-0VJPPEdgq7ebL3TbuiAJeevGeohNir6wtS16JwsGylwRgPolYrZqhVqVn8xmgkXjjtByvri3y202TvFYhqxHCBymj7tRhyIdu6bCdetmmwkCFtQiFVKDTCe/s1600-h/P1000087.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbbcBCZS6A5aB_-0VJPPEdgq7ebL3TbuiAJeevGeohNir6wtS16JwsGylwRgPolYrZqhVqVn8xmgkXjjtByvri3y202TvFYhqxHCBymj7tRhyIdu6bCdetmmwkCFtQiFVKDTCe/s400/P1000087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018983093765596018" border="0" /></a><br />Not much too say here except those frites were outta control. Shatteringly crisp on the outside, and steamy smooth inside. A salty tangle of potato heaven. The steak here was so much nicer than the onglet I had at the atelier. What's up Joel Robuchon? Can't source like Thomas Keller? Yeah, I guess not.<br /><br />Sorbet- Mangue et Framboise<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD-n2Txau4KxAizhIzvvQfyTk9swokwqeXfraZys6zUsTRus1F_ftmXiG7n9z7ImdEwNPFQ1NU65vcDQJ1NbA21R8_Pi2I7a8haQtjL2Qc8d2A38mxoznzPoOtAzJkmf7rGYHC/s1600-h/P1000090.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD-n2Txau4KxAizhIzvvQfyTk9swokwqeXfraZys6zUsTRus1F_ftmXiG7n9z7ImdEwNPFQ1NU65vcDQJ1NbA21R8_Pi2I7a8haQtjL2Qc8d2A38mxoznzPoOtAzJkmf7rGYHC/s400/P1000090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018983093765596034" border="0" /></a><br />Tis pretty, but I don't remember much about it. Chris had most of it.<br /><br />The other thing I don't remember is the red wine we had. I don't even remember the type. I know it was French (they had some Californians) and I know it was old as we could find for a reasonable price. Chris and I are on an old wine kick and I am even attempting to cellar some. It was a little dusty tasting but went well with all the food post the oysters. We finished the bouteille rather easily. The awesome staff also treated us to two Irish coffees (so not French) and those fantastic starburst sloe gin drinks that the bartender had randomly concocted.<br /><br />In sum: If you're in Vegas and you want good food, sans pretension, in not wacky environs, I strongly encourage you to try Bouchon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-35621067489481342582007-01-10T01:38:00.000-08:002007-01-11T19:15:56.275-08:00P.S.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS648_OQ3_7s6X9us6bfP85Lo7YdItMZZHwihdaLUcG0j2cD-LFsWNGyjLbGcRFs-hVM0qrwuCS9XMxE-QFi8nfzvoCOZP6GJP82v36S2HGX2GpXjJ7jWQ7GWLrx-ehuvAcdbp/s1600-h/P1000208.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS648_OQ3_7s6X9us6bfP85Lo7YdItMZZHwihdaLUcG0j2cD-LFsWNGyjLbGcRFs-hVM0qrwuCS9XMxE-QFi8nfzvoCOZP6GJP82v36S2HGX2GpXjJ7jWQ7GWLrx-ehuvAcdbp/s400/P1000208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018336357590164194" border="0" /></a><br />We made the fondue I describe below for Ian's bday party. In keeping with the fact that the Shire's inhabitants are food obsessed, this became a massive feast. We started with Lemon Goat Cheese Endive Spoons as hors d'oeuvres. Then the meal launched into Bacon-wrapped Scallops with a port reduction sauce. Then the aforesaid fondue. Then a light as air Julia Child Spinach Souffle (in case you haven't noticed, I am too lazy to place accents everywhere, so technically, I'm constantly misspelling anything French. Deal w/it please...) with lots of butter and eggs. Then a wasabi encrusted roast salmon accompanied by asparagus and shallots sauteed in balsamic and olive oil, with lemon juice finish and lemon zest. Finally a Julia Child chocolate mousse.<br /><br />That's an obscene picture of the bacon wrapped scallop. I wrapped the bacon around the wrong way so the scallops didn't sear, and for that, I am sorry. It was ugly, but tasty.<br /><br />This gargantuan feasty was all lubricated with bottles of wine. I remember a sancerre, a beaujolais, the remainder of the champagne and it ended with some other something that I probably couldn't read since my eyes were too blurred by that point in time.<br /><br />So as an accurate calorie counter, I can say that this meal was about 5000 kabooglian calories. After I consumed the last spoonful of mousse I died. I died, and then I turned away from the light. And guess what? I was resurrected. I was resurrected to write more blog posts! This is my destiny.<br /><br />If anyone finds this blasphemous, please kiss my booty.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-43117944847236808182007-01-09T22:04:00.000-08:002007-01-10T10:21:27.595-08:00Au Fond de Mon Coeur- FondueThis is not at all a "traditional" fondue, but quite honestly, traditional fondue always seems better in theory than in reality. Simultaneously too harsh (the kirsch?) and too bland- one cheese and some starch and some bread. Why go through all the trouble of making fondue if I could melt some cheese on bread and have something taste basically the same.<br /><br />So, I found a delicious fondue recipe on epicurious.com called Three Cheese Fondue with Champagne. It calls for gruyere, emmental and brie with shallots, champagne and lemon juice with corn starch. Since the market I went to had run out of gruyere, since, according to the cheesemonger "everyone's making fondue." So I substituted raclette. I then winged all of the amounts.<br /><br />Hallelujah!<br /><br />Here was the zap, zing, the flavor I dreamed of when I thought of fondue.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmjhK1pQqopf4U4qR54E9c2GUq2u4Oz9MHcppyTCFJsI9SiI1wq6T4uabd0EgySFahxAStuuoB9QbdcEivNeRpdJL9fx90lpjZ5cN6nl85GXLhC1VLC03yqo8wxH4aClJybkb/s1600-h/P1000209.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmjhK1pQqopf4U4qR54E9c2GUq2u4Oz9MHcppyTCFJsI9SiI1wq6T4uabd0EgySFahxAStuuoB9QbdcEivNeRpdJL9fx90lpjZ5cN6nl85GXLhC1VLC03yqo8wxH4aClJybkb/s400/P1000209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018282996916478674" border="0" /></a><br />Here's a crap picture- We'd been dipping for awhile already.<br /><br />It'll taste damn good no matter what the amounts are, these ingredients make it awesome.<br /><br />Here's my approximate recipe.<br /><br />Ingredients:<br />Medium wedge of Brie, rind removed<br />Large chunks of Raclette and Emmental, rind removed- grate or small cubes<br />4 teaspoons of corn starch dissolved in 1 lemon's worth lemon juice<br />2 cups of champagne<br />1 large shallot coarse diced<br />1 small garlic clove smashed and minced<br />pepper<br />ground nutmeg- optional<br /><br />Cooking:<br />1) Bring the shallots to a simmer in the champagne in a saucepan for awhile.<br />2) Remove pot from heat and add the cheese and lemon juice corn starch.<br />3) Put it back on the heat (low to medium). Stir and melt the cheese down.<br />4) Should be all smooth and thick soon!<br /><br />Pour the fondue into your pot and serve it with whatever you like! We had cubed baguette, watermelon radish (prettier to look at than to eat), briefly steamed broccoli, boiled fingerlings, baby carrots.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-90682572416481156732007-01-08T23:44:00.000-08:002007-01-08T23:56:24.715-08:00Nak's- A Wee ShopWhen my mom was visiting she was chagrined to learn that there was no Asian market in Palo Alto. I thought the one on Castro should be close enough, but she didn't really love it. It is a little dreary. Then Chris's cat lady landlord, who's also Japanese told him to check out Nak's Oriental Market, chock full of Japanese and Dutch (?) goods. It's not in walking distance, but it's eccentric and cute.<br /><br />Nak's is on Chestnut Street, a little side street off of Santa Cruz, one of the main streets in Menlo.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4R7ITO7hdQYAkYtmQ50ZVChyy1tpOwTm7Y4V312TMEPhnHUm5Xq0KlSE54-uJa4i5LLaDe4MmcqzttJ9F545GSeq2jrPdKj8Y0I6600MypGzPR2EGJMeYUXFHJguRShKa2AAT/s1600-h/P1000192.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4R7ITO7hdQYAkYtmQ50ZVChyy1tpOwTm7Y4V312TMEPhnHUm5Xq0KlSE54-uJa4i5LLaDe4MmcqzttJ9F545GSeq2jrPdKj8Y0I6600MypGzPR2EGJMeYUXFHJguRShKa2AAT/s400/P1000192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017933798724186258" border="0" /></a><br />Here's Chris nonchalantly modeling his weekend leisure apparel in front of the storefront. Chris is really tall, so you can sort of see how small Nak's is.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJcaK9R1WsVFGNU2U9C5xJqlmOqxN0XfmQLJXWITpbP7TT1WCwbcl3tLZaQYO5aS-ckiJDDC2SNm5DMSdzZi54zBCI8OqnLooHs9MplczNzG3l0ebe5rvwIDwwkfHpCA_GiqC0/s1600-h/P1000194.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJcaK9R1WsVFGNU2U9C5xJqlmOqxN0XfmQLJXWITpbP7TT1WCwbcl3tLZaQYO5aS-ckiJDDC2SNm5DMSdzZi54zBCI8OqnLooHs9MplczNzG3l0ebe5rvwIDwwkfHpCA_GiqC0/s400/P1000194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017933824493990050" border="0" /></a><br />I took another picture inside to try and give a sense of the scale. This place is TINY. It's mostly stocked with packaged dry goods, but as you can see at Chris' feet, there's some produce. Also, there was a very small sashimi selection and some lovely galangal and other slightly hard to find veg.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja54RIXpSAQEVF8XUtXm0C6F61ShnsgarzKLM75C4DBJ86XDgVbFwzgNrrW0Vj4q9TP4oB8Mf21WVROSdFN1Ph8MaaeITVMZFzaKfJ1WORvXnihofrrlb2u8E6QpdCh7TBHsx8/s1600-h/P1000196.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja54RIXpSAQEVF8XUtXm0C6F61ShnsgarzKLM75C4DBJ86XDgVbFwzgNrrW0Vj4q9TP4oB8Mf21WVROSdFN1Ph8MaaeITVMZFzaKfJ1WORvXnihofrrlb2u8E6QpdCh7TBHsx8/s400/P1000196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017933824493990066" border="0" /></a><br />This was our haul. Clockwise from the far left- Nori sheets that I used to pop like potato chips, Umeshyu, preserved plum wine, very sweet, Pocari Sweat sports drink, Peach soda with a marble in the neck (used to be necessary to keep the bubbles, I think), Yama Moto Yama Green tea, Sake, Instant noodles, Instant Miso, Ikura and NATTO!<br /><br />More posts about Natto are surely coming up. Natto, for those that don't know is fermented soybean that is packaged with mustard and some other sort of sauce. It stinks, produces nasty mucous, and is supposedly very healthy (preventing osteoporosis, thrombosis and some other things). I like it with green onions and maguro.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-72469075109469574902007-01-08T23:22:00.000-08:002007-01-08T23:32:21.202-08:00Why I LOVE Cali. (Or gratuitous food porn).Here's the Salade Nicoise I had for brunch at St. Michael's Alley. We walked here in the brilliant "winter" sun, me in my flip flops and sweats, smelled blooming flowers, counted lemon trees... I think I miss some things in Boston... but right now, I can't remember what those things are.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhigK-AyE6fvW-2ZvxuhKIDQBdjfTtP-XeEiA7JsUFpnlz5j4738wFwuihTp7Wihl7KE3_v0kY_1OEucRu1-3e8qNqmJXRzgi2pUp9hS73a0QTSPLFlEtN-0xbmlYl2-T4oSrgr/s1600-h/P1000181.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhigK-AyE6fvW-2ZvxuhKIDQBdjfTtP-XeEiA7JsUFpnlz5j4738wFwuihTp7Wihl7KE3_v0kY_1OEucRu1-3e8qNqmJXRzgi2pUp9hS73a0QTSPLFlEtN-0xbmlYl2-T4oSrgr/s400/P1000181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017928726367809618" border="0" /></a><br />Can you SEE HOW FRESH THIS STUFF IS? And no, it wasn't a $30 salad. Dude, this stuff is impossible to find in Boston, unless you go to... mmmm... maybe Newbury St. or something. NOT IN A SUBURB within walking distance to lots of houses.<br />That's seared tuna there. Yes, the tarragon vinaigrette was ever so light, not goopy, and they didn't smother the greens. The greens were still unwilted as I finished the salad. I requested no potatoes since I like the salad sans potatoes. I know, that's weird. I made up for it by eating Saki's home fries.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmlsnJGrbQSWtoA31he_Qk5KR7x1iyJKT3Qm7uLJNN9NK3MKaowyarac8DJiS3hnrznc8rjtZd3JJY98Yb37nRBwjo0L6mn9VJhPFUPuTBfFQddg6ESp3vW8EbSskND995iCI/s1600-h/P1000187.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmlsnJGrbQSWtoA31he_Qk5KR7x1iyJKT3Qm7uLJNN9NK3MKaowyarac8DJiS3hnrznc8rjtZd3JJY98Yb37nRBwjo0L6mn9VJhPFUPuTBfFQddg6ESp3vW8EbSskND995iCI/s400/P1000187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017928730662776962" border="0" /></a><br />Californian Hass Avocados. Creamy good.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQQLPcSSN1nW5H4ehvSQmeR_0aID9F9-s-JqIS2Gzk3oakB6Nfzk3iPp-X279fYm2pMqJx_rIoFHzsqAf1ODXo2P-4SKzraKG8aJPE_I1yEaZdJxx389FVJo5jz0PjdHoDM0wl/s1600-h/P1000185.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQQLPcSSN1nW5H4ehvSQmeR_0aID9F9-s-JqIS2Gzk3oakB6Nfzk3iPp-X279fYm2pMqJx_rIoFHzsqAf1ODXo2P-4SKzraKG8aJPE_I1yEaZdJxx389FVJo5jz0PjdHoDM0wl/s400/P1000185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017928726367809634" border="0" /></a><br />Sweet, sweet tomaters<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1IAkdUdBMHyoYjf21Aw0f707qI5T1I8d-3B9TcCy_nyfBqOFUHAM-XDbt_sjFTYGgqurRaV1kSsgZcD-i9bfi-6A1vSMb-8e5H4_S_ZsKvHFj8B45kFDXxVq4x5Kcg9fkUhH/s1600-h/P1000186.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1IAkdUdBMHyoYjf21Aw0f707qI5T1I8d-3B9TcCy_nyfBqOFUHAM-XDbt_sjFTYGgqurRaV1kSsgZcD-i9bfi-6A1vSMb-8e5H4_S_ZsKvHFj8B45kFDXxVq4x5Kcg9fkUhH/s400/P1000186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017928726367809650" border="0" /></a><br />To make you drool a bit more.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-46613408069616689902007-01-08T22:58:00.000-08:002007-01-08T23:40:22.700-08:00Kanpai R0X0Rs!Kanpai, sister to Naomi Restaurant in Menlo Park has been open in Downtown PA (on Lytton) right around the house from Chris' place for a few months. It's our go-to and the only place where they know us (outside of the bartender with the ponytail at Rudy's. Yes our lives are quite glamorous). This place isn't very cheap- but it's super comfy, boasts an elegant decor and fun staff. I had wanted to take a picture of Masa-san, the head chef who's usually there- he totally reminds me of a cartoon character, and Kyo, the sake expert and resident hot girl.<br /><br />I ordered their omakase, and since I was a bit tipsy, I know I missed some dishes. But I'll reconstruct what I've got here. I highly recommend omakase if you've got the appetite and just let them know if there's anything you especially would like. We always sit at the bar.<br /><br />Salmon Tataki<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoIe2SxBqadvPsa_6rdb9GRaO5NhLD1dkOR3hP0eMgeH3Mgf4KqxCTmQL03-rwM22b108ih1kPvXp3Aq8UJjpzOsKD51fFKUb7zUWRQkulo74l5FzsppEmjr3FbVZqRejbVeOU/s1600-h/P1000170.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoIe2SxBqadvPsa_6rdb9GRaO5NhLD1dkOR3hP0eMgeH3Mgf4KqxCTmQL03-rwM22b108ih1kPvXp3Aq8UJjpzOsKD51fFKUb7zUWRQkulo74l5FzsppEmjr3FbVZqRejbVeOU/s320/P1000170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017922013333925890" border="0" /></a><br />This salmon was rich and fresh. Grilled shishito peppers didn't add too much, but the ankimo, scallions and slightly spicy dressing was wonderful. The great thing about ankimo is that it's not too rich and it's not too livery so it didn't overwhelm the salmon. The scallion and spicy dressing set off the smooth salmon and ankimo.<br /><br />Spanish Mackerel.... preparation unknown<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-TQszKTLkM773Sp9eAPOXDCbhTq3CyZhEflU2C4nkJY3pqkTTLCAIjREa16-4eESsLtKtcJuTNF5tPcqU-Wa3nfB9kEnO5qnrIDk6dnnfk8oWcw4kwGl-QPaHpFVR3ANL3xs/s1600-h/P1000173.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-TQszKTLkM773Sp9eAPOXDCbhTq3CyZhEflU2C4nkJY3pqkTTLCAIjREa16-4eESsLtKtcJuTNF5tPcqU-Wa3nfB9kEnO5qnrIDk6dnnfk8oWcw4kwGl-QPaHpFVR3ANL3xs/s320/P1000173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017922017628893202" border="0" /></a><br />I'm not sure if these pieces were sauteed or grilled but they were tender. The mackerel had somehow lost it's generally strong and fishy flavor, though it was still pretty oily. This dressing was citrus and I think had hint of jalapeno? It was set off with some pickled radish, diced kombu and also I think some scallions.<br /><br />Grilled Duck Breast, Grilled prawn, and some sort of tempura fish<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZb0QdQJtyp9g77r2wTw2cD6Exy0wUb4XesuMYMkqHYtltVwUMV8AkCoWryANpuY8RrNRzm7kcuDAlxmfTvOOfk7rcBDuZzI6oAqhKMi8_BW6OXtypMjJ63IicwMuENcwuOSs6/s1600-h/P1000177.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZb0QdQJtyp9g77r2wTw2cD6Exy0wUb4XesuMYMkqHYtltVwUMV8AkCoWryANpuY8RrNRzm7kcuDAlxmfTvOOfk7rcBDuZzI6oAqhKMi8_BW6OXtypMjJ63IicwMuENcwuOSs6/s320/P1000177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017922017628893218" border="0" /></a><br />This one actually sort of made me sad, because it had been waiting for me for awhile and wasn't as warm as it should have been. Generally Kanpai's tempura is light and crispy. This was just a bit tepid. The duck breast was sweet, but again, a little tepid. The grilled prawn was perfect though- charred, simple, sweet.<br /><br />Sushi plate<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfkADc93mifNlyAKWkYXhC0VNutEqAM7Fko0gcXj7OB_FAsoMaixlmukwZnoBRRjeRFUGNKOl67z6Nm11I9zIJ6Ib04X5wZaUozit99__Su0S8GbVPTJjNSTFeSMgSoc6yOJa3/s1600-h/P1000178.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfkADc93mifNlyAKWkYXhC0VNutEqAM7Fko0gcXj7OB_FAsoMaixlmukwZnoBRRjeRFUGNKOl67z6Nm11I9zIJ6Ib04X5wZaUozit99__Su0S8GbVPTJjNSTFeSMgSoc6yOJa3/s320/P1000178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017922017628893234" border="0" /></a><br />I was winding down by here. We've got toro, something that I forget, bruleed salmon, kanpachi and uni. Their fish is always fresh. It also doesn't hurt to ask if there's anything especially good in. They're really friendly and not intimidating (unlike at sushi tomi or even fuki sometimes).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTcNyLfa1KifqE2nFUc8yv4T5uFG8dOZ511KJdNu1SVUR-Q-LuqeRnF3GJtuHgARhITj_qp559QziNpCf5BIPf6Z4Tv-3VtrzbAD5im7B2-_Tq78Sh_ho1XFGKqXVAZNuk0az6/s1600-h/P1000179.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTcNyLfa1KifqE2nFUc8yv4T5uFG8dOZ511KJdNu1SVUR-Q-LuqeRnF3GJtuHgARhITj_qp559QziNpCf5BIPf6Z4Tv-3VtrzbAD5im7B2-_Tq78Sh_ho1XFGKqXVAZNuk0az6/s320/P1000179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017922021923860546" border="0" /></a><br />Uni close up. Uni- How I love thee. You can see from this picture that the uni was pretty firm (not too liquid) and has been handled well. They were also pretty generous with it.<br /><br />Their ikura is cured differently. The roe is just a bit smaller and the eggs are almost always intact. Seems like there's less coloring too. I really love the ikura here, but sadly, they'd run out.<br /><br />I got pretty darn inebriated during this meal so I apologize for the memory lapses. There was no especially good reason for me to get this tipsy, except that Saki was in town and I was in a good mood. Sometimes life is like that! I was wearing a shirt with some sequins on it (not nearly as tacky as it sounds), and that also always seems to compel me into a little bit of a "state."<br /><br />Also, if Deuce ever reads this, I really apologize. I will never ever get in the way again!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-6121030037564633062007-01-05T09:52:00.000-08:002007-01-05T10:01:08.125-08:00Ugly FoodI made a delicious dinner two nights ago that I wanted to take a picture of, but it was too hideous for words. Everything was brown and sad looking. I was bemoaning the ugliness, but Chris rightly pointed out that taste should be paramount. If it weren't for this blog, then I would have been utterly thrilled. <br /><br />Chilean Sea Bass, aka Patagonian Toothfish, a prohibitively expensive, super succulent white fish that has been way overfished has been reintroduced to Whole Foods. They claim it's totally sustainable now. But it's even more expensive than it used to be. On a splurgey lark, I bought a little chunk while my mom was visiting. We marinated it in miso, soy, mirin and brown sugar. Then she left before we had a chance to broil it. I managed to heat up a bit with Chris. This fish is amazing, it's almost impossible to overcook because of it's high fat content. I definitely pushed the limit because I got distracted by something pretty on the interweb. So when I pulled it out, it wasn't that pretty and I didn't have high hopes. The flesh looked dry and was beginning to separate. Instead, it was slightly firm. It had an almost crustacean like taste- rich, smooth buttery, each piece distinct.<br /><br />On the side, I made a pasta with broccoli rabe, home canned tomato confit and home-roasted, home-grown pepper. Lots of garlic, lots of good olive oil and grated parm. YUMMTY. The broccoli rabe had wilted down a lot and got a little brown from the balsamic I put in, and the pasta looked like little worms (forget what it's called).<br /><br />None of this meal was pretty, all of it was delicious.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-39394579185349827092007-01-01T15:10:00.000-08:002007-01-01T21:55:26.749-08:00GONG XI FA CAI!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcnvSIk-ErGxgacfTgIFvnJnHJ6h-Dnx26bLLKKXi17I1_km3-MYKCXda7-7rsYlLqIlP95Su3oFwAhyilUc0qxYpi6IhWk5cb3KqIuArunF1FHvme2-3c962iol0pazOJb_9p/s1600-h/P1000158.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcnvSIk-ErGxgacfTgIFvnJnHJ6h-Dnx26bLLKKXi17I1_km3-MYKCXda7-7rsYlLqIlP95Su3oFwAhyilUc0qxYpi6IhWk5cb3KqIuArunF1FHvme2-3c962iol0pazOJb_9p/s320/P1000158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015203532409297986" border="0" /></a><br />Here's Dan modeling our New Year's Eve celebratory 1:30 am snizzack at Kennedy's- the perfect Irish pub/Indian resto. Fries with curry sauce to dip in. Paneer Pakora on the side. Guinness in hand. What you can't see is Saki flailing about right next to Dan. What a lil firecracker.<br /><br />A pub that serves Indian is rare in the States, but not so in the UK. WHY! Why don't we have more here? Actually, instead of so much East Asian fusion, I'd like to see more Indian fusion. Zante's in SF has Indian food and pizza and a special Indian Pizza which I love. Actually, there are two haute Indian fusion places here in PA with sort of inconsistent quality, Junoon and Mantra. There's a place that's about to open in Mountain View called 'Temptations" which is Chinese-Indian fusion. We'll see what happens with this place. I think I ought to open a pub with Indian food here in PA. I'd be there all the time. ALL THE TIME.<br /><br />This was one of my more favorite New Year's since in fact, I was planning on staying in, but then my mom fell asleep at 6, so it was all impromptu and filled with hilarity. I also don't think I've ever celebrated New Year's in sweats.<br /><br />To come, I still need to post Bouchon in Vegas, Brother's Korean BBQ in SF, and a Shanghai style bfast in Mountain View and of course, Saki's Momma's cookie party.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-78610225171656263172007-01-01T14:42:00.000-08:002007-01-01T22:25:48.359-08:00Island of HogginessMan, there have been so many blog worth experiences this weekend. First of all, if you're in the Bay Area and haven't been to the Farmer's Market in the Ferry Bldg in SF, you should go. I wouldn't buy produce there regularly, it's not that cheap (Mountain View farmer's market is cheap and way closer). But the ferry building has mad shops, restaurant and stands (Fatted Calf for eg!). I took my mom to check it out and luckily Hog Island, which is usually a mob scene, had a table open for us. HURRAH! This was the first meal of the day and my mother was pretty insistent that we not eat anything raw (le sad). So I got to experiment with some dishes that I normally don't get, since I almost always go raw at Hog Island. Everything we ordered was delicious and HIGHLY recommended.<br /><br />We started with a lightly dressed baby greens salad. But that wasn't that unique.<br />Check this out!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9s9il0wBlsrgQbfG7DynVLixoBLhhA0lk1o62Nnx-T3fWlz8roCs6DlLPYd_mW42EGkHwsv9S5YcAsiKlXwNmiRq41krmuhyyNasHhRjjse3jSWh9LEzWALq0QzJcsY34Y8nU/s1600-h/P1000139.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9s9il0wBlsrgQbfG7DynVLixoBLhhA0lk1o62Nnx-T3fWlz8roCs6DlLPYd_mW42EGkHwsv9S5YcAsiKlXwNmiRq41krmuhyyNasHhRjjse3jSWh9LEzWALq0QzJcsY34Y8nU/s320/P1000139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015200019126049810" border="0" /></a><br />Those are baked oysters. 4 oysters rockefeller on the left. 4 beurre blanc on the right. The rockefeller oysters are baked with a little spinach, a little cream, pernod and bread crumbs. The beurre blanc was a lemony butter sauce. Mom fell in love with the beurre blanc. It was like a light chowder.<br />Then she had an actual oyster stew and was way more enraptured.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhalFAV01Tfr8JhA5jPVWVtIZfGL7khdCrqHjPToH3DM9uFYzlGfFAQpQsjDrFumrBxahoXJePaDaaEsTlO-Wy3GjtVtxQKeqRNtWHYmA6bkv0krPwv6Z8kqLM1u-g8lC_NkjUQ/s1600-h/P1000145.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhalFAV01Tfr8JhA5jPVWVtIZfGL7khdCrqHjPToH3DM9uFYzlGfFAQpQsjDrFumrBxahoXJePaDaaEsTlO-Wy3GjtVtxQKeqRNtWHYmA6bkv0krPwv6Z8kqLM1u-g8lC_NkjUQ/s320/P1000145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015200023421017122" border="0" /></a><br />This stuff doesn't look that special. But I promise, I've never tasted anything more incredible. The cream was so light! I don't know if they half whipped it or if it was cut with something. The oysters were ever so gently poached, tender and clean tasting. That's what is so wonderful about Hog Island, I am never worried about getting a bad oyster. It's fresh as fresh can be and there's never any odd sediment. Chris and I went up to the actual Hog Island farm shack for Valentine's Day last year.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23t6SXKur3r4J-MgBZCAK_g18O56s2N11NhIRAO6RSz3AXoCBbwFeLTV1tNgFN6KRqZLi41kDpXVriFPcU9gRaA8dxkGl61y95FfSl9qrvUKCEa0VJXTBSPBao28mUe9ehDxO/s1600-h/P1000146.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23t6SXKur3r4J-MgBZCAK_g18O56s2N11NhIRAO6RSz3AXoCBbwFeLTV1tNgFN6KRqZLi41kDpXVriFPcU9gRaA8dxkGl61y95FfSl9qrvUKCEa0VJXTBSPBao28mUe9ehDxO/s320/P1000146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015200027715984434" border="0" /></a><br />Look at that grilled cheese. This is not a cheap grilled cheese- I think it was $9.00. Can you see that cheese oozing out? I think it was sharp cheddar. The pickles on the side were ever so lightly pickled zucchini. When I come back to Hog Island, I am definitely ordering this again. There was so much flavor, I didn't even need the mustard I usually crave.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-35971378346221628392006-12-30T21:34:00.000-08:002006-12-30T21:35:46.789-08:00Random Cat Pic!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJyLSB5Rg6rEGc4xkpBSDnRm_LAfrl3rFXCc237NsQK5FbTJ4-KmoZh4yJx0UFuhBC_-3EroBQN97AJRcKzM8FPjXxwBHK67_wS6Vc6jV2wM4HU5YNcLQWi0vLt40AOTnoob1N/s1600-h/P1000102.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJyLSB5Rg6rEGc4xkpBSDnRm_LAfrl3rFXCc237NsQK5FbTJ4-KmoZh4yJx0UFuhBC_-3EroBQN97AJRcKzM8FPjXxwBHK67_wS6Vc6jV2wM4HU5YNcLQWi0vLt40AOTnoob1N/s320/P1000102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014560445453966290" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-70953675906838821332006-12-30T21:12:00.000-08:002007-01-11T19:22:40.064-08:00An Ideal DinnerMom is visiting me for the weekend! We had a stellar day tromping around PA, and then since she thinks I eat out too much, we ate in tonight.<br /><br />Here's my mom in front of the main part of our dinner.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit1QastdCiDepl-esn5MY4WXiGZx3yzbzeyYXocU3K_SvXP1bZJovt6-NXVe477PUwowuvabElj5X8sh9aj13tUsfy5GXUosFG-J7rhu4yf5LYVv4TtyKm31sUUUL567Ujpa0U/s1600-h/P1000135.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit1QastdCiDepl-esn5MY4WXiGZx3yzbzeyYXocU3K_SvXP1bZJovt6-NXVe477PUwowuvabElj5X8sh9aj13tUsfy5GXUosFG-J7rhu4yf5LYVv4TtyKm31sUUUL567Ujpa0U/s400/P1000135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014554836226677698" border="0" /></a><br />"Word to my moms, she came to drop bombs."<br /><br />Isn't my mom a total babe? And doesn't she look totally psyched for our roasted chicken? That chicken was 4 pounds. We have a drumstick left now. It took us exactly 25 minutes to demolish that bird and since my mom is very Chinese, she also actually like ate some of the bones.<br /><br />EDIT: Since I have gotten some comments, I would like to say that my mother did not have me when she was 5 or 10. She's just very, very lucky. She does dye her hair- don't tell her I said that.<br /><br />So...we both have severe stomach aches now. She's falling asleep next to me on the sofa right now. Food comas are also a hereditary condition, I believe.<br /><br />Prior to this deliciously roasted bird, we ate an endive salad with chopped almonds and apple with a garlic lemon dressing. I was almost full after that salad. But apparently, I was 2 pounds of chicken short of seriously-about-to-die full.<br /><br />So it turns out that my lack of appetite control comes from my mom. In the grocery store today, she had three different cheese samples... And she literally had like 4-6 pieces of cheese each in her hand each time. I've never seen the like. I was almost embarrassed but anyone who's been to a sampley place with me knows that the women in my family have no shame when it comes to samples of cheese.<br /><br />The chicken above was cooked long and slow at between 275 and 315 for more than 4 hours, and basted approximately every half hour. It was rubbed with salt and paprika, stuffed with a hand full of herbs from the garden and half a lemon. This method is from one of my favorite food writers, Laurie Colwin. What results is a loose fleshed, taut, mahogany skinned, juicy-ass bird. (As an aside, my mom wouldn't let me eat the tail because it's from the butt!)<br /><br />I've tried the Zuni (Dry salt brined and high heat) and Marcella (Lemon and high heat) styles. There's a lot of flipping around and sometimes the skin can get crisp, but the breasts are always really dry and the one hour you're roasting that chicken is pretty high stress to me. (However, the Zuni bread salad is worth any amount of work, and next time, I'll use the copious juices for a bread salad a la Zuni, even if the bird isn't done in the correct way).<br /><br />I guess everyone has a method they swear by. I need to try out more.<br /><br />PS, the title of this post was because my Mom and I spent part of the dinner watching "An Ideal Husband" with Cate Blanchett, Julianne Moore, Minnie Driver and Rupert Everett. I was going to try to work the movie into the post more, but it didn't happen. But roast chicken is an ideal dinner so the title stays.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-75811785615768178512006-12-30T10:15:00.000-08:002006-12-30T16:42:24.326-08:00U Shibby Shibby Ya Ya<span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Shibuya</span>, also in the MGM was an old <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">timey</span>-favorite with <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">BrokeDaMouth</span>. About three years ago I came here with my bro, and had a revelatory experience with <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ikura</span>, the soy cured salmon roe that glistens so <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lascivously</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKOFY8Kv1Ai39gbNgJLIU5KbvGqorCRja4XWCq82PgSVmRT79QrBhPQIwPTc8_harZ4gaBjnf7hJo3NM3J2kLIT_Gul9jtaM6XHHfbk37zqiOwpVo2i1L6w-30Gkf4FifjvNLs/s1600-h/IKURA.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKOFY8Kv1Ai39gbNgJLIU5KbvGqorCRja4XWCq82PgSVmRT79QrBhPQIwPTc8_harZ4gaBjnf7hJo3NM3J2kLIT_Gul9jtaM6XHHfbk37zqiOwpVo2i1L6w-30Gkf4FifjvNLs/s320/IKURA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014387036149390178" border="0" /></a><br />"Sexy time!"<br /><br />I then appointed Shibuya my favorite Japanese resto, perhaps even my favorite resto in the world!<br /><br />But, I am older, wiser BrokeDaMouth now. In the old-timey days, college days to be exact, while I was certainly a sushi fiend, I was not really flush with cash. So most of my sushi experiences were in the old Miyakes-pound-sakebombs vein. Philly rolls, Gyoza Rainbow rolls, yummy stuff to be sure, but not really high end.<br /><br />So Cal and I wandered into Shibuya and I remember ordering the sake flight because I was 21, and then chancing the ikura, which I recalled my parents liking. Since the ikura was shiny and happy and not deflated, it tasted lovely. The crazy decor also made me love the place. But of course, that was like my first trip to Vegas and I didn't realize that every restaurant in Vegas has crazy decor. Now the screen saver behind plexi glass cubes on the wall don't look that hawt.<br /><br />Chris and I ended up going twice cuz Cal and my Dad decided to invite us there later after we had already been once. So, here's what we had:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrytRUxb5lgIFikHNyUtGYw8xlHlwJKAIRVCdjetagr-tLD1cxZ1AsUggqqYHRzEjn9d7ql_ixtp-ThQfQgRMu78jgf0ksrZ93_LrEnTVsjmDzAvLMumUar8lYkBenNzxEhia7/s1600-h/P1000055.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrytRUxb5lgIFikHNyUtGYw8xlHlwJKAIRVCdjetagr-tLD1cxZ1AsUggqqYHRzEjn9d7ql_ixtp-ThQfQgRMu78jgf0ksrZ93_LrEnTVsjmDzAvLMumUar8lYkBenNzxEhia7/s320/P1000055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014389875122772850" border="0" /></a><br />Hamachi Carpaccio with a little spicy dust on it<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh09E5HJQrJDYmOLVPeA9Puquqwe2_QCFjVmPCsfx8Px9G-_IJ7bo05przovudJ0OoStJujHnqZnh38v0PuCDyPrm_VaCh64pA4dvnCUeWAd_oRRGLpq4r4FUwh4x0qkmPM1EM/s1600-h/P1000056.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh09E5HJQrJDYmOLVPeA9Puquqwe2_QCFjVmPCsfx8Px9G-_IJ7bo05przovudJ0OoStJujHnqZnh38v0PuCDyPrm_VaCh64pA4dvnCUeWAd_oRRGLpq4r4FUwh4x0qkmPM1EM/s320/P1000056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014389879417740162" border="0" /></a><br />Kobe Tataki- tres delicieux<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN4lnyuvLAYOjmdnrVn2mgyEMocepQ9jS3ZwqzSrCwa7MsnehZT-F7TAqz9JEneNTf7glIwVd5Hypwf0DYYbh_rKTnbax9ZXc7D035yQPKZyhSqD35Qn-WAOIAWlVHg3FIXWHP/s1600-h/P1000057.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN4lnyuvLAYOjmdnrVn2mgyEMocepQ9jS3ZwqzSrCwa7MsnehZT-F7TAqz9JEneNTf7glIwVd5Hypwf0DYYbh_rKTnbax9ZXc7D035yQPKZyhSqD35Qn-WAOIAWlVHg3FIXWHP/s320/P1000057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014389879417740178" border="0" /></a><br />Toro Carpaccio<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEtOaZX5_tOzp_4UKyal6KTntFPCMhL9-9uoSSAghPg0UMXNsdB2UjqtfgzpYNAk041xoMJ0fxpNAMhGrSCBYjczPd2Ld6Xiq1-wK6zSExXuxUoifkHYMqaQHxO1IhwHNV6H6o/s1600-h/P1000062.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEtOaZX5_tOzp_4UKyal6KTntFPCMhL9-9uoSSAghPg0UMXNsdB2UjqtfgzpYNAk041xoMJ0fxpNAMhGrSCBYjczPd2Ld6Xiq1-wK6zSExXuxUoifkHYMqaQHxO1IhwHNV6H6o/s320/P1000062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014389883712707490" border="0" /></a><br />Soft Shell Crab Tempura in Miso Sauce<br /><br />SO- This was all great. Yummy! My soft shell crab was a little oily. Everyone else had other types of things that I didn't take pictures. The fish was really great quality, flavors were clean and bold.<br /><br />My problem is that the price was exorbitant. The food was good, don't get me wrong, but this type of fusion stuff just isn't fusion anymore. I can and do get similar or better quality food at the joint around the corner, Kanpai, in Palo Alto. We were paying for ambiance and being in Vegas.<br /><br />Here's an example of some tuna carpaccio I had at Kanpai two nights ago with Audrey. The cost of this plate was about 3/4 the cost of the first plate...<br /><br />Shoot, I can't find the wire to transfer pics. GAH.<br /><br />OK, I found it. Here's the tuna carpaccio at Kanpai. Really delicious, sharp yuzu, and not that expensive.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFzb360vxA1mXkEcrdxgVm2fZXQlTyJnqU16g9Tu8HS9Vs90HRq5-o7IuctAUKkFJaCfMfkOpB7MGP2sWlUjZJ2E9t_CMopbcQQVLdL5WmqVvr5mVYJFXEksFZRMd1F7AEpVK4/s1600-h/P1000112.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFzb360vxA1mXkEcrdxgVm2fZXQlTyJnqU16g9Tu8HS9Vs90HRq5-o7IuctAUKkFJaCfMfkOpB7MGP2sWlUjZJ2E9t_CMopbcQQVLdL5WmqVvr5mVYJFXEksFZRMd1F7AEpVK4/s320/P1000112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014484493252303794" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I heart Kanpai, and I will post about it soon. The best waitress in the world, Kyo, works there! She's totally hot.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-67377411861787305342006-12-28T20:42:00.000-08:002006-12-29T18:08:16.842-08:00Roel Jobuchon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4r6UO86lkzaXTzBG7ZHpIASxRLU61B2l_VeOIBNH49obmXpYHrrH2HjTQOBahfcBTbMJmzgrgH3mDvkRhU1VEnEA31v0BsjzTLSnAz6EvgyVyT0ImJWEjdZIHJeaubCICcQw/s1600-h/P1000012.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4r6UO86lkzaXTzBG7ZHpIASxRLU61B2l_VeOIBNH49obmXpYHrrH2HjTQOBahfcBTbMJmzgrgH3mDvkRhU1VEnEA31v0BsjzTLSnAz6EvgyVyT0ImJWEjdZIHJeaubCICcQw/s320/P1000012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014114610668771970" border="0" /></a><br />"Who you lookin at?"<br /><br />L'Atelier de Joel Robuchon sits next to Joel Robuchon at 'The Mansion' in the MGM grand. The Mansion has this incredible Champs-Elysees facade, and the atelier is a little bijou right next to it. The big house's restaurant had a fixed menu with a strong tendency towards truffles and foie gras. The atelier is more casual and the prices are like 2% less crazy. Sleek sushi like bar, ebony and crimson, veggies and fruit artfully placed about. The picture above gives an idea. Ignore Chris, who's looking rather suspiciously at my camera.<br /><br />Cal, Chris and I all ordered the "menu decouverte" or prix fixe menu. The normal menu was just a bit daunting, although I was immensely intrigued by the langoustine fritters. The bread and butter were great, bread was very floury and crusty, for some reason the butter seemed to taste of cucumber.<br /><br />Menu decouverte from website. I don't have all the pics, since I'm still getting used to this food blog thing. Sorry:<br /><h2><span id="st" name="st" class="st">Menu</span> Decouverte</h2> <ul type="disc"><li>L'AMUSE-BOUCHE<br />Le concombre en gelée, à l'estragon et son yaourt au cumin<br />Cucumber gelée tarragon cream, cumin yogurt</li></ul>Tasting Notes: This was very refreshing- basically like a shot of raita.<br /><ul type="disc"><li>LE THON ROUGE<br />Cru mariné à l'huile tomatée et à la fleur de sel<br />Bluefin tuna with tomato infused olive oil</li></ul><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifm4HnpnAhlgmAVXonRWkHnPe-cDP1O6GIgGGzbwifll1crbY2-jcrEUTwlTy2Vdn3GYLfZeH3Bym2b_4V-rcRzBTU0oMrT7PDtp6UTrrZswNvkPXxXMHbJxs8QEJd_7m43ssP/s1600-h/P1000023.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifm4HnpnAhlgmAVXonRWkHnPe-cDP1O6GIgGGzbwifll1crbY2-jcrEUTwlTy2Vdn3GYLfZeH3Bym2b_4V-rcRzBTU0oMrT7PDtp6UTrrZswNvkPXxXMHbJxs8QEJd_7m43ssP/s320/P1000023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014116753857452690" border="0" /></a><br />I ate most of it before remembering I was trying to relaunch a food blog.<br /><br />Notes: Clean. The tomato had a bit of a sweetly acid tang that played a great foil to the smooth tuna. Citrus, yuzu, etc is almost always used with tuna carpaccio and this tomato made it Mediterranean, while playing a similar role. The olive oil they used was fairly neutral.<br /><ul type="disc"><li>LA SAINT-JACQUES<br />La noix cuite en coquille au beurre d'algues acidulé<br />Fresh scallops cooked in the shell with seaweed infused butter</li></ul><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuC4pzSKSVqlrbXd3buvMFPptSMaL23vz_4djdm-3WH9oQGQxCC6cHn59ZqLIOdrpkGbIIEAJazTN-zGzUTNNyQN1Enozsp3BGVysFEvWu2U8YtIQ1WuWu-A1oAVSqhgils-zG/s1600-h/P1000026.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuC4pzSKSVqlrbXd3buvMFPptSMaL23vz_4djdm-3WH9oQGQxCC6cHn59ZqLIOdrpkGbIIEAJazTN-zGzUTNNyQN1Enozsp3BGVysFEvWu2U8YtIQ1WuWu-A1oAVSqhgils-zG/s320/P1000026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014119150449203874" border="0" /></a><br />So, the flash washed this out completely. Sans flash, you can sort of see what's going on here.<br /><br />Notes: Cal and Chris adored this. We all thought that the seaweed infused butter was awesome- nutty, actually. I think it must have been clarified butter, it wasn't cloying at all. I did think that it was slightly over cooked, but I tend towards raw as much as possible. This was just a bit more firm that I would have wanted. But, like I said, the boyz adored it.<br /><ul type="disc"><li>L'ŒUF<br />Cocotte et sa crème légère de champignons<br />Egg cocotte topped with a light mushroom cream</li></ul><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRYuMwNHFmKtc5xJzWnGJiLejqTIuNP2yGRgM0R9ZaoVOLGYgYs-XoRLmYctaIuTo1_VQRG-wdV7KJiuTpYw732gxWQG_hvf46vsYWO9JXf0l863fStjTvKiYDfF7m01LtM7Q0/s1600-h/P1000031.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRYuMwNHFmKtc5xJzWnGJiLejqTIuNP2yGRgM0R9ZaoVOLGYgYs-XoRLmYctaIuTo1_VQRG-wdV7KJiuTpYw732gxWQG_hvf46vsYWO9JXf0l863fStjTvKiYDfF7m01LtM7Q0/s320/P1000031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014121027349912242" border="0" /></a><br />Aha, some foam. How novel.<br />Notes: This was perfect. The coddled egg was beautifully underdone. When you broke the yolk it enrobed everything in here with that silken-ness. We had some bread, but I think a little toast would have been perfect as a sopping mechanism.<br /><br /><ul type="disc"><li>LA CHATAIGNE<br />En fin velouté au fumet de céleri et au lard croustillant<br />Light chestnut velouté with caramelized foie gras and crispy bacon</li></ul><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2pjB4ckke8pj0uAfScUxWGjBb0kUFnV9ZOqO7AdpO4pFDuGzgNKLofgoQ0N4jdkXH1YDLZ-b2WA-3vp5cylhC-GIQoFEMb6L6PhCBxA_IZAwM-7z09AC5mcDRiKrp4QlwuQ-W/s1600-h/P1000035.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2pjB4ckke8pj0uAfScUxWGjBb0kUFnV9ZOqO7AdpO4pFDuGzgNKLofgoQ0N4jdkXH1YDLZ-b2WA-3vp5cylhC-GIQoFEMb6L6PhCBxA_IZAwM-7z09AC5mcDRiKrp4QlwuQ-W/s320/P1000035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014122616487811778" border="0" /></a><br />I loved the bowl here. Mom used to do lots of ikebana and hoarded bowls like this.<br /><br />Notes: There's some more foam here, but also, a slightly thicker "veloute" underneath this. The boyz liked this, but I wish the celery quotient were a bit higher, since the dish needed a bit more of contrast. We all savored the bacon crisp. Chestnuts lended a smooth flavor, but a slightly grainy texture.<br /><ul type="disc"><li>LE SAUMON<br />Mi-fumé aux croustilles de pommes de terre et pousses de cresson<br />Slightly smoked salmon served warm confit potatoes</li></ul><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp2olNjaD9ZFdx79HQLVPlrLcnLHoC3Uo_sNPq4hwoHCl4UneFad_npamxt8iiLQV6y9QknyqNLsCNLg8gAn3x-4s4DCW_p3wRN-5NCZKIvEJC6ZuMP5wJ0USRDEYEQDNrhc1y/s1600-h/P1000037.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp2olNjaD9ZFdx79HQLVPlrLcnLHoC3Uo_sNPq4hwoHCl4UneFad_npamxt8iiLQV6y9QknyqNLsCNLg8gAn3x-4s4DCW_p3wRN-5NCZKIvEJC6ZuMP5wJ0USRDEYEQDNrhc1y/s400/P1000037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014123956517608146" border="0" /></a><br />This pic is my favorite, so I'm making it a bit larger.<br /><br />Notes: By this time, I was a bit overwhelmed, so I had to struggle a bit through this dish. It was rich even though there's no obvious bacon, dairy, etc. The waiter said that the salmon had been cured in house for 5 hours and then lightly smoked. It was unctuous. Again, I think the watercress element here needed to be sharper. The confit potatoes were to die for.<br /><br />MAIN:<br /><ul type="disc"><li>LA CAILLE<br />Farcie de foie gras et caramélisée, pomme purée truffée<br />Free-range quail stuffed with foie gras and served with truffled-mashed potatoes.</li></ul>Chris and Cal had this dish, but I neglected to take a pic. It was basically like two teeny lil smidgens of meat, stuffed with melting foie and a pool of potato puree studded with awesome truffles.<br /><ul type="disc"><li>L'ONGLET<br />De boeuf à l'échalote<br />French-style hanger steak with fried shallots</li></ul><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5besqpUU6NEVjd5pppy1z3SIc4us_P866NXFK4pWDQDTsSi1hZC5Yzr8Dx1hooeTidsGGph8AoNYLN0a34nEb21XJ7qZuGM63WwlsfT0UCWeHVNWiDVMduih90l5EcWxzo1RB/s1600-h/P1000038.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5besqpUU6NEVjd5pppy1z3SIc4us_P866NXFK4pWDQDTsSi1hZC5Yzr8Dx1hooeTidsGGph8AoNYLN0a34nEb21XJ7qZuGM63WwlsfT0UCWeHVNWiDVMduih90l5EcWxzo1RB/s400/P1000038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014126224260340450" border="0" /></a><br />Look at that little Staub cocotte. SO QOOT!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PG-xhmUdn8odkCTsTwgOC9cafp2VPCggPczxZGYPyvp5ZNtc5nAHeOaIvk5qIouwVkPAyzF6WQRA94GBPHNcSK_fKgenOI29WR6zUcNMnqi2Ulf5gHioCBYgsct0K1kJYIk5/s1600-h/P1000040.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PG-xhmUdn8odkCTsTwgOC9cafp2VPCggPczxZGYPyvp5ZNtc5nAHeOaIvk5qIouwVkPAyzF6WQRA94GBPHNcSK_fKgenOI29WR6zUcNMnqi2Ulf5gHioCBYgsct0K1kJYIk5/s400/P1000040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014126988764519154" border="0" /></a><br />Here's the closeup. Look at those oil globules!<br /><br />Notes: I was basically about to explode at this point so I managed to eat about a bite of it. It was too rich. The flavors were strong- Chris said it tasted like In N Out animal style.<br /><ul type="disc"><li>LA MANDARINE<br />Sur un lait caillé de brebis, infusion à la bergamote<br />Sheep's milk yogurt panna cotta, mandarin confit, bergamot tea infusion</li></ul><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilvwazqemTv9OIICrtUa-OML9pH_dFzRWTDCn1qP8juDzF8Tj7T63nDR9kYOr3rBAAC37jFm3TQVFeTzgnA8hXeHaI8aYUYg5YjcUrCiv5t_350K0RE8lAl97HgHIgfwvzDDbO/s1600-h/P1000044.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilvwazqemTv9OIICrtUa-OML9pH_dFzRWTDCn1qP8juDzF8Tj7T63nDR9kYOr3rBAAC37jFm3TQVFeTzgnA8hXeHaI8aYUYg5YjcUrCiv5t_350K0RE8lAl97HgHIgfwvzDDbO/s400/P1000044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014127980901964546" border="0" /></a><br />Heeeey! Sweet foam.<br /><br />Notes: Bergamot (the taste of Earl Grey) melds wonderfully with citrus (since its a type of citrus). The sheeps milk panna cotta was mild and floating. I needed this to clean my palate after the oily onglet.<br /><ul type="disc"><li>LA POIRE<br />en sorbet, chocolat velouté caramélisé à la cannelle<br />Pear sorbet, meringue glacée, chocolate-caramelized cinnamon cream</li></ul><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnPgT-DyU_iH-TqpXoj9Y59s1T7Jsgx7uOj1U7ERofj6Cp3eRqr3MAEATYvIM-HKkDomkKfwAIrASsozXU5qASXWOnUjLAJzdkrSnNAQKOU5SSur8oRm3fjKU_nQLQ8LfXyCTf/s1600-h/P1000045.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnPgT-DyU_iH-TqpXoj9Y59s1T7Jsgx7uOj1U7ERofj6Cp3eRqr3MAEATYvIM-HKkDomkKfwAIrASsozXU5qASXWOnUjLAJzdkrSnNAQKOU5SSur8oRm3fjKU_nQLQ8LfXyCTf/s400/P1000045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014131434055670562" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Notes: I'm glad they had some really contrasting textures here. However, the meringue had been cooked long before or overwhipped or something because it was HARD. I wish it had shattered, instead we had to really apply some pressure and then it exploded in a lot of dust. I love the little play on images, since meringue is made out of only egg whites and the little pear sorbet nugget inside was like a pale yolk. The pear totally saved it all. I loved ending on that sorbet since the final note of the entire meal was just a single, pure note after all of that cacophany.<br /><ul type="disc"><li>LE CAFE<br />Coffee or Espresso</li></ul>Final Notes: There were a lot of flavor elements here that I couldn't really identify. There were random gelees and squirts of color that didn't completely coincide with what was on the menu. It was a bit overwhelming- It's mostly my fault, I really wasn't prepared for it all. Manresa had many more dishes (and is also the only other meal that beats this in price) but I had mentally and stomach-ly prepared for that one.<br /><br />So I want to end this, my first real post, with a food ICON image:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNSh9mINZu1skTfdGnVAgdNT5UdEtXFiH0b4dQ_36RdkwQ4L60ncbyrOwChn7fu10AvFb9LmMl30q-1YjQXaMzRjs3Ukcp6LYGPPPalS56PtEcOgoke5Xo4y3ZXKFq3lhfy-Xu/s1600-h/amelie_creme_brulee.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNSh9mINZu1skTfdGnVAgdNT5UdEtXFiH0b4dQ_36RdkwQ4L60ncbyrOwChn7fu10AvFb9LmMl30q-1YjQXaMzRjs3Ukcp6LYGPPPalS56PtEcOgoke5Xo4y3ZXKFq3lhfy-Xu/s320/amelie_creme_brulee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014132640941480754" border="0" /></a><br />Amelie and her brulee crackin spoon!<br /><br />Why? Because Calvin did a little Amelie imitation here. Forgive his improper spoon placement:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2OXe991Ue2GSZsK8NAi9_vJxcvZlTPZjdMJHVqQvSvG4BINDv5LMBWCV8Syh77OELxCwc9pYSy67VcXEhB2m9R-eW-XXGq2iN2A1L6O_lhJBLlnHSMeyNGD9FWZxEmZdr7X_r/s1600-h/P1000033.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2OXe991Ue2GSZsK8NAi9_vJxcvZlTPZjdMJHVqQvSvG4BINDv5LMBWCV8Syh77OELxCwc9pYSy67VcXEhB2m9R-eW-XXGq2iN2A1L6O_lhJBLlnHSMeyNGD9FWZxEmZdr7X_r/s320/P1000033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014132640941480770" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Frankly, Calvin wasn't that into my posting this pic, since he thinks it is slightly unflattering. Here's one of his real headshots so that all of you out there in virtualland don't think that my brother is any less attractive than he is in real life:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi6eN-jBvlN15LrvYpxxeA6eu09wpjvL5OF8jNuxYw5IRLMIJu2KOJK4lNWYbMqshuOfGneExDl77V93dRqLaSAOkARrenQE9I4S0zSBdgki59Fzvw1p2TUlYqfkOHuCYX5TLR/s1600-h/longhairazndude.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi6eN-jBvlN15LrvYpxxeA6eu09wpjvL5OF8jNuxYw5IRLMIJu2KOJK4lNWYbMqshuOfGneExDl77V93dRqLaSAOkARrenQE9I4S0zSBdgki59Fzvw1p2TUlYqfkOHuCYX5TLR/s320/longhairazndude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014132640941480786" border="0" /></a><br />Everyone, do not do a Google search on "hot asian men" since not only will you find many men who are not hot, it just ain't family safe, y'all.<br /><br />-fin-Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-44129585344840443352006-12-28T18:59:00.000-08:002006-12-28T19:34:09.215-08:00That's right<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPTOVsEZjmlwYnFeUViyCX1y4r29QwOLXjF-Wr58f3RXiotjTVJUEBTDwPszHvwoAe053nfLpm_IQiDLpmvkubw2tHpeJP5doUpNqzViPYZRk5XBJVi1apJWtbuyDqCojHGdVc/s1600-h/P1000003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPTOVsEZjmlwYnFeUViyCX1y4r29QwOLXjF-Wr58f3RXiotjTVJUEBTDwPszHvwoAe053nfLpm_IQiDLpmvkubw2tHpeJP5doUpNqzViPYZRk5XBJVi1apJWtbuyDqCojHGdVc/s320/P1000003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013786844534545010" border="0" /></a><br />I'm starting this blog up again. And now with pictures! That's some creme brulee I made recently and took a lot of pictures of to test the new digicam. So anyway, like I was saying, we're going to start off with a fantastic trip to Las Vegas- It's a dining mecca out there. Since I don't gamble and I party like a pocket protector, I spent all my money dining out instead. Posts to come are for Shibuya and L'Atelier de Joel Robuchon both in the MGM Grand, and Bouchon in the Venetian. Frickin sweeeeet.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563378.post-1130919296774172922005-11-01T18:58:00.000-08:002006-12-27T14:10:52.585-08:00le grossness est un aphrodaisie (sp?)here are two bits of foodie lore that equally repel and fascinate me. there are plain gross things like those gag candy gifts of scorpions suspended in a lollipop which no one ever eats, and then there are things that i probably would eat even if it's a little gross in some ways. i'd like to present two items of interest that are just fascinating to me. casu marzu and balut, the former from sardinia and the latter from the phillipines.<br /><br />Casu Marzu (rotten cheese)<br /><br />This infamous cheese is no longer legal in Sardinia, but it's so ingrained in the culture that it can be found behind the counter's at farmer's markets or in a local person's basement. It originates as a sheep's milk pecorino which is left in the sun for maggots to develop. The maggots ferment the cheese, digesting the fat, breaking it down in to what I imagine is a pretty pungent plate. You can eat it either with the maggots still within or you can clear the cheese of maggots and then eat it. If you choose to eat it with maggots still within, you may want to wear eye protection because apparently the little maggots pop out of the cheese at fairly quick velocities. cheesy maggoty eye bullets.<br /><br />but what of the taste! pungent, sharp, and with a tingling sensation that lasts for a bit. when i did an internet search i found everyone saying that the tingling sensation can happen in your mouth or other parts of the body. imagine eating something and then feeling a tingling in your toe every time... or maybe they're just referring to the fact that casu marzu is also supposedly an aphrodisiac. "mmm, maggoty cheese- it makes my loins tingle!"<br /><br />i would eat this, despite the possible health risks involved (maggots injure the intestinal lining because they try to burrow their way out sometimes). but i'd try to clear the bit that i eat of the lil ones as much as possible.<br /><br />heres the wikipedia entry on Casu Marzu:<br />http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casu_modde_cheese<br /><br />Balut<br />I can't exactly beat wikipedia's posting on balut here. it's more information than i've been able to glean from a variety of off and online publications:<br />http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balut<br />(not that my casu marzu post was chock full of new information)<br /><br />Balut is essentially a duck embryo cooked and while still in the shell. Different cultures have different preferences for the timing of said enjoyment (ie, with a discernible duckling within or when it's barely different from a normal unfertilized egg), but everyone agrees... It's an aphrodisiac! So many foods that ppl consider gross are also considered aphrodisiacs. does this mean a lot of different cultures think that sex or sexy things is also gross? maybe i'll ponder this later.<br /><br />There are lots of good pics of balut. But my blog is a thing of beauty and i'm not going to start the new and improved imageful brokedamout with a pic of a boiled duck embryo in shell.<br /><br />Would I eat this? Well. frankly, yes. I would eat it at basically any stage except when the bones/beak etc got too hard to eat, or if the duckling fuzz caused a hair ball. I would eat this because I don't really see how different it is than eating a chicken or a duck. it's not that much different than eating a deep fried shrimp with it's shell and head, which i understand is marginally less disgusting than balut.<br /><br />this is what asiacuisine.com has to say about the taste experience of eating balut:<br /><br />"<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >For the non-Filipino, an adventurous spirit, a desire to explore the unknown and the ability to be open-minded are essential to the enjoyment of balut. A combination of saltiness and tartness, softness and crunchiness, a sensation of sweetness, the degree of resistance to the bite, the viscosity and stickiness are the rewards."<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">heheh. yeah. aren't we all happy when we're rewarded by viscosity and stickiness.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0