I walked into my neighborhood drugstore yesterday and was greeted by a melamine tableware endcap.
e.g. http://www.alibaba.com/catalog/11037899/Melamine_Tableware.html
People want to put their food on plates made out of melamine?! Apparently it polymerizes too (when combined with formaldehyde, how appropriate). Who knew?
For Part 1 of Wretched Hives of Scum and Villainy, go here.
Nevada can be an interesting place for the naive. When Kyle’s parents visited, they drove around and did the touristy things. Upon passing a sign for the Moonlite Bunny Ranch, Kyle’s mom exclaimed “Oh, how cute! They raise bunnies!”
“Uhhh, no mom. That’s a brothel.”
I would like to note that we did not visit any brothels, so the peanut gallery can STFU now.
On Thursday, Kyle and I went in to Reno to run some errands. We ended up being comped the buffet at the Peppermill, which is the gayest casino(and by extension the gayest building interior) I’ve ever seen. You’re greeted by purple and rainbow carpets once you get into the parking lot lobby. Further in, there’s neon purple and rainbow everywhere. It’s a better epilepsy inducer than Pokemon ever was.
The buffet itself was interesting mostly for its variety- sections for carveries, salads, Mexican, Asian, and dessert. The prime rib was nothing to write home about(why do people insist on cooking prime rib to medium well? Blasphemy.), and the salads were okay, but the thing that blew my mind was the wonton soup. The wontons themselves weren’t bad- actual pork, green onion, etc. However, the soup was otherwise identical to the chicken noodle soup over in the next tureen, sans noodles.
The dessert section was interesting in that a lot of desserts _looked_ good but really weren’t. The only thing that was actually good were the visually unimpressive chocolate chip cookies. I got this little circular cheesecake thing which tasted pretty bad. So I told Kyle that hey, maybe I could make it look like I ate more of it by breaking it up into pieces. This did not have the intended effect, as the cheesecake somehow expanded in volume when I left a wreckage of cheesecake smear all over my plates. Oh well.
Unfortunately, it is still pretty cold(comparatively) around here. Otherwise, Kyle and I would go golfing. This has the potential to be a real disaster, as neither of us have ever golfed before. I’ve hit some balls and been to a driving range, but Kyle hasn’t even swung a club before. The plan was to go see if we can get maybe 6 holes in within the time it usually takes people to get 18. And not to flip the golf cart.
For Part 3 of Wretched Hives of Scum and Villainy, click here.
I wonder if Van Halen could have used one of these backstage.
Take a look at The Company Cookbook. Apparently, this company is probably all going to die of either heart attacks or food poisoning. I have never seen that much cheese byproduct in one set of recipes.
one of my coworkers just came over and asked me “Roger, did you fart?”
I sniffed the air and said I don’t think so. (I had though.)
Me: “I think it’s food somebody made.”
Her: “It smells like a bowl of turds over by my cube.”
Me: “Yeah, I think it’s some asian food.”
That got a nice laugh out of the local cube farm.
I really do think it was food though. My farts are usually more rotten
than that. You gotta love the fermented vegetable asian get out of
jail free card though. Don’t leave home without it.
Can anybody recommend some good vegetarian snacks?
I know there are a lot of sites devoted to this, but I was curious about individual peoples opinions.
Thanks.
There are a bunch of cooking blogs out there, but Cooking For Engineers is one of the more interesting ones. Check out the dude’s rectilinear recipe boxes (which apparently he is copyrighting). Lots of well done photography and a glossary of cooking terms to boot. His most recent post isn’t a recipe but instead is an off topic digression on Orange Juice Shelf Life
Had my first experience wtih Eritrean food at a restaurant in Oakland (called Asmara) yesterday and wanted to report to everyone that it is AWESOME. They give you a plate of several dishes (such as seasoned bean purees, potatoes or spinach in a sauce) and salads on top of this spongy pancake-type bread called injera. You also get a plate of pieces of the injera and eat everything by tearing off pieces and dipping it in those dishes or salads. The seasoning is really good, not as hot as Indian food, but seems to be mixed with very great skill. Will have to go back there soon and try some other things. BTW, I believe Ethiopian cuisine is similar. Google “eritrean cuisine” for webpages with more info.
I’ve been trying to avoid fast food ever since reading Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosser, but today I was in Subway doing my best Jared Fogle impression. The guy behind the counter was new I think and probably foreign, but oddly in a western, northern European sort of way. So, he shortchanges me about 30 cents on my meal, but I don’t press the issue cause the guy isn’t having the best day. (He’s also profusely apologizing every 30 seconds or so as well.) I’m sitting there enjoying my Baked Lays and this guy in line is being a complete asshole to this poor dude and finally says something like “Forget it, I’ll go elsewhere where people can understand me.” and storms out. Whatever he said, I can’t remember exactly right now, it wasn’t even that nice. I was on my way out right about this time and I thought about following the guy and either telling him off, or better yet slugging him, but as the proverbial copout goes “I had work to do.” In summary, let’s all try to be nice to people who have to take shit all day from all the dickheads in our “society”. I’m no saint, but this is a pet peeve of mine. Ok, that’s all now. Look for Prince concert review soon!
