Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts

Monday, January 25, 2010

What Happened This Weekend


I thought I would be all better by Monday.  I was really looking forward to it.  I haven't been this sick in years.  It's come down to just a cough (a wracking cough) and a little stuffy.  I was coughing so much at work that I put my neighbor off her sandwich.  I'm sorry.

And I lost my wallet on Friday night.  Did not discover it until Saturday morning.  I watched my bank account while cleaning out everything: coat pockets, my purse, the car.  Nothing was happening on the account so I figured it had to be somewhere in the house, somewhere I wasn't looking in the car.  Found lots of interesting things under the seats, but no wallet.  I crawled around the floor in the house thinking it might have flown out of something I was carrying but no luck.  I finally canceled the cards today and tomorrow I am going for a new driver's license. 

The process did not prove entirely useless.  Car is somewhat clean (at least the gross stuff from under the seats is gone, weird what you'll find) and I discovered my favorite Two Faced lip gloss had leaked and it was incredibly sticky in the bottom of my purse.  That's taken care of now.

On Saturday I ended up in St. Paul three times playing chauffeur.  The first trip was made all the more enjoyable by a side trip to Trung Nam for a cinnamon croissant and iced coffee.   I am not necessarily a fan of the bahn mi, Saigon is far superior.  On the way back from my second trip, I stopped at 88 Oriental Foods (291 University Avenue West, St Paul, MN 55103-2089.)  I used to go there quite frequently when I lived in St. Paul.  I ordered the chicken curry with sticky rice and a stick of the bbq pork.  I have to say that I was disappointed.  The curry didn't have the savory deliciousness that I remembered and the pork was greasy and fatty.  I expect some grease and some fat, but I was picking the (tiny) pieces of meat out of the fat, instead of the other way around.

I keep hoping that one day that 88 Oriental Foods will have these um, chewy balls that I have had a few times.  I think they might be an acquired taste as they are a bit odd.  One time that I bought them, I was with someone once they refused to look at them, let alone taste them.  I would love it if someone could clue me in to what they are.  I'll describe. I thought perhaps they were made tapioca or glutinous rice (I can't find any pictures on the net that look like them) because they were clear-ish, but cloudy.  They were rather bouncy and chewy in the mouth (bit of a bizarre description) and had a bbq'd pork filling.  They had the fried garlic bits and cilantro on top of them.  Does anyone know what they are?


I won't give up on 88 Oriental entirely.  I want to find those balls again!  I'm hoping that the Laab is good, provided they could make it up for me without tripe.  Not a fan.  It's priced well and the portions are large.  Maybe I was in on an off day.  I'll give it another chance.

In the evening I watched My Life in Ruins with Morgan.  Even she, bad movie aficionado that she is, agreed that this movie is awful.  And then back to St. Paul again.

Book club was on Sunday.  We didn't discuss the book much, or at least I didn't.  I read it months ago before the club took a bit of a hiatus.  We did have an interesting trip to United Noodles.  I always get a bit overwhelmed in there.  I want so much to try cooking with so much I see.  It's time for a couple more cookbooks I think.  I walked out of United Noodles with Hello Kitty fruit candy and some dumpling sauce.  We had dinner at Quang.  Had the Bun Thit, Nem Nuong- grilled meatballs and beef salad.  I still prefer the other restaurant (see list of favorite places), but Quang is good too.  Lovely iced coffee too.  Rather amusing end to the evening.  I thought my friend got the movie from Netflix; she thought I owned it.  We broke up early.

It's leftovers for dinner.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Corn

My apartment still smells like popcorn.

It was really good popcorn though.  I prefer popping it like my dad does, in a pan on the stove.  He'd make buckets of it when we were kids--just salt, no butter.  We would eat it out of the salad bowl set that my parents got for their wedding.  It was covered in daisies with a green background.  (You can actually see an example of the pattern on the ice bucket on the kitchen set of "That 70s Show.")  I still prefer to eat popcorn out of those bowls when I visit him.

We watched Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging and were both pleasantly surprised.  It wasn't as bad as we thought it would be.  It was even cute with some segments just like the books.  On the other hand I was able to watch (most of the time without digital issues) The Ugly Truth today and it was as I was afraid it would be.  The movie was predictable (who's surprised) and Gerard Butler just didn't look like I wanted him too look.  No CGI.

I started reading The Omnivore's Dilemma by Michael Pollan last night.  I realize I am coming a couple years late to the table (ha) with this one, but I kept asking my sister if I could borrow it and she kept saying her friend had it.  I've been looking for something to read, mostly looking for escapism in books like Sunshine by Robin McKinley (awesome), but Pollan's book has stuck me right in the middle of a reality that is almost as fantastic as vampires and magikal beings.  I've already read through the corn section.  Tonight while I sipped my decaf pumpkin spice latte at Starbucks and ate my Chipotle burrito (steak, pinto beans, no rice) in front of the TV, I wondered just how much high-fructose corn syrup I was consuming.  At my stop at the grocery store the entire section loomed threateningly, composed to my eyes entirely by stalks of corn.  I couldn't bring myself to buy any groceries (okay, I have plenty at home and didn't need anything really.)

I grew up in Iowa, though not on a farm.  The elementary school I went to was edged by corn fields.  There was a period of time when my sister started acting particularly wacky and my mom found corn kernels in her jacket pockets.  Mom decided that the wacky behavior was due to an allergy to the corn being absorbed through her skin.  My family had completed the elimination diet (do you know how bad rice crackers were in the 70s?) in the months previous and my sister had come up with that corn allergy.  To my mind I have largely outgrown the allergy as an adult, but in reading about the prevalence of corn and corn syrup in the diet of the average American, I have to wonder what those old allergies think of the junk we pour in with an increasing addiction to every drop.

Then I took a lovely, relaxing bath in Lush (60% organic) bubble bath.  I do wish my bath weren't an apartment size clawfoot, but the GIANT full-size clawfoot I bathed in as a child.  (Of course I was much smaller.)

And then I started the section of the book on grasses while in the tub.  What exactly is 60% organic?  What is organic?

I've been seriously considering trying to go 100% organic (more expensive = less food = smaller me.)  My cats went completely organic a couple of years ago because one of them almost died due to a blockage due to a build up of crystals caused by a dry and ash-filled diet.  They now eat 100% organic, human-grade chicken and herring everyday.  They are all smaller, no visible dander, and have glossy beautiful coats.  So I also reason organic for myself will also result in a smaller me with a glossy beautiful coat.  I'm not going to go District 9, but I see the benefits and I am tempted to follow the cats' lead.  And I thought shopping at Whole Foods would do it.  How disappointed am I.

Just a note on that cat food issue.  They've stopped enjoying the chicken and herring.  Time to move on to a seafood flavor.  I thought cats prefered a single flavor.  Does anyone know about cat preferences?

So I can't wait til the farmer's markets open up again when I can eat locally-sourced, hopefully really organic fresh vegetables all summer.  I plan on quizing the growers.  I miss garlic scapes.

Angus Thongs & Perfect Snogging
The Omnivore's Dilemma: A Natural History of Four Meals
Sunshine