lunes, 27 de abril de 2009

Swine Flu Panic

Bread Aisle
Originally uploaded by cookiejesus
The city's deserted. Movie theaters are closed. Restaurants are empty (Rumor has it we're going to be closed. . Concerts and plays are cancelling and rescheduling. Schools are closed for a week and a half. People are all walking around with their mouths covered and some even are wearing gloves.

But what really got me was going to the supermarket. People are really stocking up on some basics. Milk, toilet paper, water and bread aisles are ravaged,. Lines are long as hell, but orderly, still.

Me, I picked up a six pack for me and a fashion magazine for my wife (she works in a school, still no date for going back to work)...

lunes, 20 de abril de 2009

Too much?

Gagnaire's totally synthetic dish

Perhaps, I'd say. 

miércoles, 15 de abril de 2009

Bacon Torches

Popsci has an interesting piece on using bacon (actually prosciutto) to make a thermal lance and cut up a steel pan. While it may not be my favorite way of consuming prosciutto, it's still an interesting read.

martes, 14 de abril de 2009

Duck in Rose Petal Sauce (Sort of TGRWT #16)

I didn't get to make an entry for TGRWT #16, which was about chicken and rose. All I did was translate a recipe from a book.

Last weekend, I got the chance to dine at El Sacromonte, in Guadalajara and had a couple of dishes that incorporated Rose Petals.

First up were the Quesadillas with rose petals and strawberry aioli. They weren't really as good as they may sound. The rose petal was overpowered by the strawberries and the aioli didn't resemble anything but a jam or a coulis. 

On the other hand. We did get the roast duck in rose petal sauce. Since it was such a huge dish, my wife and I shared. She got the leg and I got the breast. The sauce was really good, nicely sweet and it went really well with the duck. My only problem is that the duck was a tad dry. I believe my wife got the better end of this issue.

miércoles, 1 de abril de 2009

What's in a name?

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face. O, be some other name
Belonging to a man.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet.I
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name;
And for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

Because we've all heard of this by now