best F*ing scallop dish ever
Originally uploaded by Li^2.
*sigh*
Photographic evidence of that yummy meal at Le Repaire de Cartouche a while back. Succulent scallops, grilled to perfection.
ummmm... scallops.
:-)
Thursday, April 28, 2005
best F*ing scallop dish ever
best F*ing scallop dish ever
Originally uploaded by Li^2.
If you are in Paris
check out the Hotel du Petit Moulin on the northern edge of the Marais. It's a recently opened hotel designed by couturier Christian Lacroix, in a building that used to house the oldest continuously operating bakery in Paris. So outrageously colorful and eclectic, or so I gathered from the many full-page photos from the recent issue of I.D. magazine. The issue also showed the new Pierre Herme patisserie on 185 rue de Vaugirard, designed with crisp lines and candy colors by Christian Biecher.
I heart I.D...
I heart I.D...
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Pim
That's the brand of those yummy little European cookies one would find at the grocery store from time to time. Also the name of the woman whose blog I adore. Check out her site here: Chez Pim
Had a plesant lunch today at the Carolina Club. My very kind boss, the art librarian, took the four graduating members of the library staff for a farewell meal. I'm apparently not the only one lost for direction for where to go after graduation, which is kind of good to know.
Three out of the five of us ordered the same dish of tea encrusted salmon with asparagus and cauliflower mash.
The salmon was tasty, though I don't know if the crushed tea leaves coating it did anything to improve the fish's flavor. We couldn't resist the temptation of the dessert cart, and shared a mixed berry cobbler, chocolate silk pie (which had a texture more like mousse than silk) and a slice of the signature key lime pie with a pistachio crust. None of the pies or cobbler was especially spectacular, but the whipped cream on the keylime pie was quite good.
I heart Three Cups coffee/tea shop. They have very friendly service. There's a sandwich place adjoining Three Cups that is scheduled to open next week. That's even more reason for me to frequent the place.
Speaking of friendly service, I treated myself to a leisurely solo lunch at Talullas on Tuesday and left my very nice waiter a thank you note for his service.
Then later on that day I chopped some of my hair off, again. So now I have short bangs, and not a lot of hair. I think I look a little boyish, although I have gotten many compliments on the haircut. I think I was a pretty good walking billboard today for Moshi Moshi, the salon I visited for the cut; I've gotten many inquiries about the place. I miss my hair. And messy pigtails and braids.
Must write paper. I must be addicted to peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwiches. *munch*
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Had a plesant lunch today at the Carolina Club. My very kind boss, the art librarian, took the four graduating members of the library staff for a farewell meal. I'm apparently not the only one lost for direction for where to go after graduation, which is kind of good to know.
Three out of the five of us ordered the same dish of tea encrusted salmon with asparagus and cauliflower mash.
The salmon was tasty, though I don't know if the crushed tea leaves coating it did anything to improve the fish's flavor. We couldn't resist the temptation of the dessert cart, and shared a mixed berry cobbler, chocolate silk pie (which had a texture more like mousse than silk) and a slice of the signature key lime pie with a pistachio crust. None of the pies or cobbler was especially spectacular, but the whipped cream on the keylime pie was quite good.
I heart Three Cups coffee/tea shop. They have very friendly service. There's a sandwich place adjoining Three Cups that is scheduled to open next week. That's even more reason for me to frequent the place.
Speaking of friendly service, I treated myself to a leisurely solo lunch at Talullas on Tuesday and left my very nice waiter a thank you note for his service.
Then later on that day I chopped some of my hair off, again. So now I have short bangs, and not a lot of hair. I think I look a little boyish, although I have gotten many compliments on the haircut. I think I was a pretty good walking billboard today for Moshi Moshi, the salon I visited for the cut; I've gotten many inquiries about the place. I miss my hair. And messy pigtails and braids.
Must write paper. I must be addicted to peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwiches. *munch*
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Saturday, April 23, 2005
The season of pollen and sneezes
It is lovely, waking up to bright sunshine, blooming flowers and a thick coat of yellow particles called pollen encasing one's car. Especially lovely if the person happens to have hay fever and would turn into a sneezing coughing crying runny-nosed mess if she breathes in too much pollen. Yay spring.
Spent eight of the last twenty-four hours sleeping, two of those hours eating and six hours driving. Went home to Charlotte late last night for a mediocre dinner, slept then drove back to Chapel Hill this morning.
Make no mistakes, there was nothing mediocre about the food served last night. It just lacked the interesting conversations, laughs and giggles, leisurely pace of eating and of course, desserts. So it was just an ingestion of well-prepared food, lacking the qualities of a truly good meal.
Menu:
My step-brother has somewhat "bling-ed" my car and rice-ified it a bit more than I'd like. He put a pair of super bright xenon headlights on it, making my little Honda one of those much hated cars that shoot out blinding beams at unfortunate cars in front of them. I drove with my bright new lights last night, and felt like every other car around wanted to race me. On the upside, it is an advantage to have a mechanic in the family. Free car-fixin. Wee.
Mom is still sick, and I think overdosing a little on pain killers to help with this mysterious pain. The doctors still don't quite know what's wrong with her; it's been two months. This is depressing matter that I try not to think about.
It's been a pretty intense couple months, of deaths and illness, academic stress and life worries. I think I'm just beginning to come through the fog of a more than mild depressive period. Hopefully my mood will brighten with the increasingly beautiful (though a bit too warm) weather.
I finally heard from unnamed person of far far away, whom I heart. Really hasn't been that long since I last heard from him, little less than a month ago. Feel guilty for sending him many babbling emails and tried, unsuccessfully, to cut said person out my life. Not anyone's fault, just coincidentally bad timing of stressful events.
If person is reading this, I sincerely apologize for ramblings and negative feelings.
Due to little contact, I'll just leave that part of my life alone too, for now, and try not to think about it much.
Not the ostrich approach of burying head in the sand. Just whatever it takes to cope with the hurdles one come across in life.
Hungry, once again. Looking forward to having tasty and comforting Indian food tonight.
[LCD Soundsystems - Tribulations]
Spent eight of the last twenty-four hours sleeping, two of those hours eating and six hours driving. Went home to Charlotte late last night for a mediocre dinner, slept then drove back to Chapel Hill this morning.
Make no mistakes, there was nothing mediocre about the food served last night. It just lacked the interesting conversations, laughs and giggles, leisurely pace of eating and of course, desserts. So it was just an ingestion of well-prepared food, lacking the qualities of a truly good meal.
Menu:
- Sea cucumbers with scallions and ginger in a dark soy/garlic sauce
- braised fatty pork and pickled bamboo shoots
- stir-fried broccoli with garlic
- stir-fried cabbage with garlic
- shredded pork with julienned bamboo shoots, pickled mustard greens,marinated firm tofu and green onions
- fu-gian style fish balls in clear broth
My step-brother has somewhat "bling-ed" my car and rice-ified it a bit more than I'd like. He put a pair of super bright xenon headlights on it, making my little Honda one of those much hated cars that shoot out blinding beams at unfortunate cars in front of them. I drove with my bright new lights last night, and felt like every other car around wanted to race me. On the upside, it is an advantage to have a mechanic in the family. Free car-fixin. Wee.
Mom is still sick, and I think overdosing a little on pain killers to help with this mysterious pain. The doctors still don't quite know what's wrong with her; it's been two months. This is depressing matter that I try not to think about.
It's been a pretty intense couple months, of deaths and illness, academic stress and life worries. I think I'm just beginning to come through the fog of a more than mild depressive period. Hopefully my mood will brighten with the increasingly beautiful (though a bit too warm) weather.
I finally heard from unnamed person of far far away, whom I heart. Really hasn't been that long since I last heard from him, little less than a month ago. Feel guilty for sending him many babbling emails and tried, unsuccessfully, to cut said person out my life. Not anyone's fault, just coincidentally bad timing of stressful events.
If person is reading this, I sincerely apologize for ramblings and negative feelings.
Due to little contact, I'll just leave that part of my life alone too, for now, and try not to think about it much.
Not the ostrich approach of burying head in the sand. Just whatever it takes to cope with the hurdles one come across in life.
Hungry, once again. Looking forward to having tasty and comforting Indian food tonight.
[LCD Soundsystems - Tribulations]
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Chocolate Fudge Cake
Nigella Lawson's recipe for Chocolate Fudge cake includes this serving suggestion: "Serves 10. Or 1 with a broken heart."
How true. Girl with broken heart agrees.
Made chocolate mousse last night. It is surprisingly easy, and very delicious. Also found a recipe for chocolate and honey mousse which I'm eager to try.
Yummm... mousse.
How true. Girl with broken heart agrees.
Made chocolate mousse last night. It is surprisingly easy, and very delicious. Also found a recipe for chocolate and honey mousse which I'm eager to try.
Yummm... mousse.
Monday, April 11, 2005
On the satisfaction of setting things on fire
Burned a few things today - letters, postcards, photos, incense cones and cigarettes. Not books though, that would be sacriligious. It feels nice to have one's own cleansing bonfire. Almost wish I had more things to burn, as if the flames could wash away all my negative karma.
Makes me think of the improvised mudbrick ovens we used to make on the spot, on the bank across the stream from my grandparents'. We would stuff it full of sweet potatoes, freshly shucked corn and grill large salt and pepper prawns on the open flame near the top of the oven. Yum.
Off to burn more things. I'm not an arsonist, swear.
Makes me think of the improvised mudbrick ovens we used to make on the spot, on the bank across the stream from my grandparents'. We would stuff it full of sweet potatoes, freshly shucked corn and grill large salt and pepper prawns on the open flame near the top of the oven. Yum.
Off to burn more things. I'm not an arsonist, swear.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Hump day Wednesday.
Last night was great fun. I went to Aditi’s birthday celebration at
We went out to Fuse after fooding, about ten of us. Somehow the number grew by at least 50% an hour after we got to the bar. It really made me miss UNITAS, and the sort of gossip/drama/bonding which happens on the hall. Everyone seemed so nice, especially after a few drinks. Aditi in particular was very, um, friendly toward everyone. *wink wink.*
That’s what I’ve been missing, socializing. Living off-campus and seclusion-prone, I spend too much time in my bright yellow and warmly decorated “hole.”
I now have a picture of a naked man having what seems to be anal sex over my bed. It’s rather suggestive, and mostly concealed. You only get to see the guy’s bent back, and the hand of another man pressing him to the bed. Courtesy of Nan Goldin’s book, The Devil’s Playground. The other naked person picture in the room is a fat lady from a book titled Lucian Freud: Naked Portraits. I’d like a wall taped full of tastefully done naked people- from fleshy nudes to frail figures, the whole range.
A cup of Lady Grey tea with a spoonful of Langnese country cream honey and grapefruit marmalade. “Moroccan spice” smoking in the incense burner. Hopefully the combination of all of the above will facilitate writing the still overdue 5-pager.
Interesting, and frightening at the same time. This is from the menu of a feast hosted by Trimalchio, way way back in the day: “Porcus Troianu: The famous ‘Trojan Pig’: an entire steer gutted and stuffed with a lamb, which is stuffed with a pig, which is stuffed with a chicken. Sauce au jus.”
Banana pudding then homework.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Random thoughts.
I don't know if I would call these aspirations, but wouldn't it be terribly nice to have some sort of a "sugar daddy." I think that would put me in the position of something like a gold-digger. What's love worth anyway? It causes heartaches. Treating relationships like business deals, minimalizing the role of emotion is much more tangible, less hurtful and puts money in the bank.
An ex-girlfriend of my handicapped (paralyzed from the waist down) step-brother is now one of the hottest actresses in Taiwan. She also has a throng of wealthy corporate CEOs fighting to make her their mistress. She has her pick of diamonds and luxury apartments offered to her on a plate. In exchange, she'll give them company (hot sex) and the prestige of having a glamorous and much coveted woman on their arms.
Just thoughts. I'm a dreamer and a romantic in the guise of materialistic cynic.
So the Tar Heels won the NCAA championship. (Go Heels!) And then Alli W's car broke down on our way to Franklin street. Stuck in the middle of the road. At half past midnight, we walked half an hour to Franklin. Saw the craziness, had a drink, then came home. I have a 5 pager I haven't started. I'm broke and in debt and spent most of my money on food. And all the more on food because I have been binge eating as a result of mild depression/stress. Ah, but it's food. And good food. Brioche pate chocolate peanut butter cream honey and cheese. And garlic and asparagus. And more. Not bad not bad.
More depressing thoughts, here's a list of people I know who has died within the last year: grandfather, mom's god-father, mom's best friend's mother-in-law, aunt's father-in-law, mom's friend Margaret's 22yr old daughter. And the only bright streak that's blessed this apartment as of late, Miss Alli G got highest honors on her senior thesis. Woo-hoo!!!
What lovely, somewhat disastrous evening. (make that a somewhat disastrous life). In the words of Mara the librarian, I'm a mess. *sigh*
An ex-girlfriend of my handicapped (paralyzed from the waist down) step-brother is now one of the hottest actresses in Taiwan. She also has a throng of wealthy corporate CEOs fighting to make her their mistress. She has her pick of diamonds and luxury apartments offered to her on a plate. In exchange, she'll give them company (hot sex) and the prestige of having a glamorous and much coveted woman on their arms.
Just thoughts. I'm a dreamer and a romantic in the guise of materialistic cynic.
So the Tar Heels won the NCAA championship. (Go Heels!) And then Alli W's car broke down on our way to Franklin street. Stuck in the middle of the road. At half past midnight, we walked half an hour to Franklin. Saw the craziness, had a drink, then came home. I have a 5 pager I haven't started. I'm broke and in debt and spent most of my money on food. And all the more on food because I have been binge eating as a result of mild depression/stress. Ah, but it's food. And good food. Brioche pate chocolate peanut butter cream honey and cheese. And garlic and asparagus. And more. Not bad not bad.
More depressing thoughts, here's a list of people I know who has died within the last year: grandfather, mom's god-father, mom's best friend's mother-in-law, aunt's father-in-law, mom's friend Margaret's 22yr old daughter. And the only bright streak that's blessed this apartment as of late, Miss Alli G got highest honors on her senior thesis. Woo-hoo!!!
What lovely, somewhat disastrous evening. (make that a somewhat disastrous life). In the words of Mara the librarian, I'm a mess. *sigh*
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