July 28, 2011 § Leave a comment
On borrowing a paper clip:
Jenny: Do you have a paperclip I could borrow and not give back to you this lifetime but possibly the next lifetime if we meet and the roles for this scenario are reversed?
Friend:…You mean, a paperclip you can keep?
July 26, 2011 § 2 Comments
The heat wave was almost unbearable last weekend with its triple digit heat. It also ruined Wayne and my weekend plans to try something new and go hiking. Instead, we spent the entire weekend trying new-to-us places to eat. So instead of trying something new and being super active, we tried something new and were super gluttonous. Same thing, right?
To be honest, my goal last weekend was to drink sangria and lay out in the sun sprawled out like a starfish. It was too humid for me to lay outside, but at least I got my sangria.
We also tried out a pizza place, Pupatella, that was touted on yelp for creating authentic Neapolitan pizzas. Their simple margherita pizza was so delicious and way better in quality than what I was expecting for dinner that night since my only prerequisite for dinner was a place that I could eat the meal with my hands– apparently the heat wave causes me to be a sangria-drinking toddler. However, I retained enough of my sanity to want to go back and try their other pizzas. I think it’s our new favorite pizza place, especially when we arrive between the rush of traffic of hungry pizza-eaters.
After hearing our friends talk about Toki Underground, we really wanted to try it since we’ve been on a ramen kick and the place is the only place we know of in the DC area that sells Taiwan beer, a true novelty for my beer-lovin’ Taiwanese boyfriend. It was hard to find– and we ended up walking past it a couple times–, because the only sign signaling that it was Toki Underground was a blue symbol on the door. And it was on the second floor of the building, not underground.
The ramen broth and noodles were good. Though the pork was really tough and chewy and bothersome to eat. And I took out the red ginger slices. I didn’t compare it to Daikokuya; it was pointless to compare since they have different flavors and interpretations of the pork bone ramen, especially since this place is Taiwanese. I thought it was hilarious that the soup spoon was a ladle. I prefer the tonkotsu ramen at Satsuma but I think we’ll definitely return to Toki Underground because they sell Taiwan beer and the ramen was pretty good.
July 23, 2011 § Leave a comment
Wayne’s been bitten by the tablet bug. It’s a bit delayed. He fought them (let’s pretend there were little gnat-sized tablets with wings flying around him) off for a while, having decided that his iPhone and macbook were sufficient and that the hybrid of sorts wasn’t all that necessary. Yet. He waited out the early adopters and first devices, but now he wants one.
Which is why I ended up spending my Friday night prancing around Staples– there was a promotion that offered $100 off all tablets. As he contemplated the pros and cons of the various tablets on display, I performed jetés that could never rival the dancing hippos of Fantasia— though they could have potentially rivaled the jetés of the rejected dancing hippos who auditioned just for kicks– and balancing on one tip toe while spreading out my arms and legs to curl and then straighten and repeat in an effort to be a veteran jellyfish who, despite losing many legs, still had the heart to wiggle and jiggle with the store music playing in the background. Apparently, not being able to find my favorite Pilot G2 ultra fine pens (0.38mm makes 0.5mm look all fat and blotty) causes me to dance as a jellyfish as both a sign of discontentment and a way to amuse myself since those pens are the only interest I have in Staples.
Until I saw the Kindle and the Nook. I took a momentary break from being a jellyfish to play around with the buttons of the Kindle and the swiping abilities of the Nook. I practiced holding both thin, light, small e-readers in my hand while attempting to lounge at the same time, a difficult feat when the e-reader is tethered to the station with little give. I appreciated the portability and convenience of each e-reader and, for few minutes, mused about purchasing one. I imagined keeping it with me at all times since either fit nicely in all my bags. I toyed with the idea of not worrying about ruining the covers and pages of new books with my manhandling and travel. I pretended that I was Captain Picard seated at his desk reading Moby Dick or whatever else that “Tea, Earl Grey, hot”-guzzling, bald, Borg-bustin’ favorite Star Trek captain of mine enjoyed reading for leisure*. But then, after the moment of consideration ended, I missed my books. Holding, bending, flipping the pages. Gently rubbing a page between my fingers and enjoying the feel of the texture. Running my fingers over the printed words and delighting in the feel of the dry ink. Seeing the pale tan color of the pages. And for some books, being completely enchanted by the unevenness of the edges of the pages and the way they were cut; some cleanly, some roughly. And the weight. I missed the weight. The heaviness. For some reason, the heaviness represents a tangible invitation for an experience, an adventure, like a boarding ticket. It makes me excited for the trip in a way an electronic ticket just cannot.
* Can I point out that I love the fact that Honey Bear** and I have had conversations where she proclaims how much she HATES scifi, while I proclaim my undying love in the next line? Aw, opposites attract! Except in the case of Madewell, because then we are perfectly aligned. Because Madewell is love.
**Dear Wynee, names I call you when you’re not around: Honey Bear.
July 22, 2011 § Leave a comment
After walking home from work in triple digit heat (Fahrenheit), I was surprised with a lovely box wrapped with a satin bow…
So…What crazy hot heat wave, East Coast? BECAUSE IT’S CHRISTMAS RIGHT NOW IN THIS APARTMENT! I’ll rip up pieces of white paper, toss them in the air, and make pretend-snow! And maybe rip up some other colored paper to make rainbow pretend-snow (…cuz if you’re going to make pretend-snow, why settle on just white?).
Wayne gave them to me as an anniversary present, but Michel’s Patisserie was back-ordered so Wayne was only able to pick them up today.
Thank you, Michel, for reminding me that all other macaron makers in the DC area don’t have a clue with what they’re doing.
July 18, 2011 § Leave a comment
1. The way you take care of me by minding the small details I don’t pay attention to… like always charging my Iphone…or doing the laundry. Clean underwear is important…I just used to buy new ones to put off doing laundry…
2. The fact that you always eat everything I make for you and are so grateful…even when I mess up the dish and it looks nothing like the pretty pictures on Tastespotting
3. The personalities you give to inanimate objects and the curiously large number of stuffed animals that we have
4. You will hold conversations with me even though my side of the conversation consists of meowing, rawr-ing, and whines, and you completely understand my responses
5. You know that when I ask you if you love me, it means I’m gauging your willingness to go with me to Pitango so I can get my gelato fix.
6. You and your fashion sense like to go shopping with me — I don’t need to go shopping with a girlfriend!
7. The fact that you collect the movie stubs of every movie we see, even the ones we saw before we started dating
8. Your willingness to watch Korean dramas with me
9. You always let me have last bite/sip
10. You know to buy me a box of macarons to make me feel special and to take me to Trader Joe’s when I’m grumpy
Happy two years, Wayne!
July 17, 2011 § Leave a comment
It hasn’t felt like Wayne and I have been home for the weekend in a long time so I was thrilled that this past weekend was completely dedicated to staying close to home and exploring the area– I think it is amusing that the “area” is comprised of two states, Virginia and Maryland, and the District.
Even though we stayed close to home, exploring ended up requiring a bit of driving to all the different places. Luckily, we had our little Shiba Inu key cap that we picked up at in LA to keep us on company in the car. I love his eye brows!
We spent some time in Bethesda on Friday night because Wynee told me about how she found a Japanese restaurant called Satsuma and they had some delicious tasting ramen that I had to try. I was really excited to visit because one of my favorite foods is tonkotsu ramen, which I’ve only had from Daikokuya in LA– I’m extremely loyal to foods I love. After four years of craving it, even skipping classes just to eat it during the non-rush hours, and having it readily available, it was heart breaking to know that I wouldn’t be able to eat it on a weekly basis(…okay sometimes bi- and tri-weekly basis…and, since we’re being honest here, there were times when I ate it twice in one day for lunch and then late dinner) when I moved to the East coast. Using Daikokuya’s ramen as the standard of measurement, I thought the broth at Satsuma’s was rich with good flavor and also enjoyed the soft and chewy ramen noodles. The bamboo shoots were a little tough and should have been cooked for a longer period of time. I liked the egg a lot but I was confused that I was given only half an egg since I’m used to a full egg. I was extremely disappointed in the pork slices since they were very small, thin, lean and were not tender nor delicately about to fall apart since they lacked the fattiness that I loved. But that is just personal preference as I know that some people don’t like fatty meats. I want to point out that Satsuma charges double the price for a bowl of ramen that costs only around $6 at Daikokuya. And that the service was annoyingly slow…to the point that I walked up to our waitress to ask for the check and then walked up again to give her my credit card. However, while I appreciate good service and over-tip for it, slow service does not stop me from coming back if I want the food. Even though Satsuma’s ramen pales in comparison to Daikokuya’s ramen, I still want to return because I really enjoyed the broth and the noodles and it is relatively close to our home. It should hold me over until I go back to LA and I can get my Daikokuya fix.
Wayne and I head up to Baltimore on Saturday for crabs at Obrycki’s. Wayne went there once with his friends and loved it. He’s always wanted to take me there, and once we found out that Obrycki’s was going to shut down after this season, we knew we had to go! The most unusual thing about Obrycki’s is that it is a Baltimore crab house that does not use Old Bay; instead they put salt and pepper on their crabs.
We finished off the weekend at the National Zoo. I think the highlight of the adventure was discovering the existence of this little creature: the elephant shrew. He looked so comical with his tiny, quivering elephant-like trunk and his long, long antelope-like legs that I instantly fell in love. He looked like he was constantly walking on his tip toes! I think he is so adorable!
* Things not pictured: yet another trip to Pitango (this was purposeful as I was starting to feel foolish about documenting every trip there since I know that my addiction is going to get ridiculous), Sunday morning matinée of Harry Potter 7 Part 2 (I didn’t want to be that person taking pictures of the screen in a dark theater, and apparently the idea of taking a picture of anything else relating to seeing the movie didn’t occur to me), post-zoo snack at Hot and Juicy Crawfish (I made mental note to take a picture but didn’t remember the note until we were completely done and paying the bill)
July 10, 2011 § 2 Comments
1. Physically and mentally dependent on a particular substance, and unable to stop taking it without incurring adverse effects.
2. Enthusiastically devoted to a particular thing or activity.
After dinner with my family, Wayne and I took a long detour on the way home to stop by a Pitango so I could get my Pitango gelato-specific fix. And oh it was glorious. We had to wait in a long line because the Pitango we went to was located in the middle of a town festival, but it was completely worth it (and it also helped that the staff were super speedy). Even though chocolate hazelnut is my all-time faayyyyyvorite, I thought that I should try more favors so I picked pistachio and strawberry. Every flavor I sampled tasted so vibrant and creamy that I felt guilty picking the same flavor twice. Channeling my inner Phoebe from Friends, I didn’t want all the other flavors to feel left out and unloved.
(I love everything about Pitango so much; I am even in love with the font!)