Hi everyone! This upcoming event of White Hat is very, very interesting! Eric, Marketing Manager of White Hat sent me this and I promised him that I will post this so everyone can go to the store and participate on August 24. Can't wait to visit him and the store so I can write my honest opinion about the Italian Frozen Yogurt everyone is raving about.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
White Hat & Miguel together for Charity
Hi everyone! This upcoming event of White Hat is very, very interesting! Eric, Marketing Manager of White Hat sent me this and I promised him that I will post this so everyone can go to the store and participate on August 24. Can't wait to visit him and the store so I can write my honest opinion about the Italian Frozen Yogurt everyone is raving about.
巻き寿司/ maki sushi
13 agustus 2008, rabu pagi, Hari ini mulai obon, biasa kantor libur mulai hari ini mpe minggu...tapi husb gw dpt libur, cuman besok n sabtu aja. Obon itu kayak org chinese peringatin org yg udah meninggal, biasanya si pergi ke kuburan, bersih2 kuburan n pergi ke temple.
So berhubung obon, jadinya bkin maki sushi aja deh....sengaja bikin banyakan, mo dibawa ke tempat mertua, biar makan rame rame...hehhehe.. Isinya ikan salmon, ikan tuna n mayonese, telur goreng yg uda dipotong panjang, chikuwa, ama crab stik... murah meriah..enak...
Gracie’s
August 12
Ah Rhode Island, such a crazy little pocket universe, with its own little mafia, dialect, cuisine (can you say coffee milk?) and fascinating lack of interest in the rest of the world.
They say quahog (pronounced co-hog), like everyone in the world knows what that is.
It's a large, meaty clam.
Quahog’s also the Rhode Island town where The Family Guy takes place, but unlike South Park, which really is a town in Colorado, there is no Rhode Island town called Quahog.
That Family Guy fact is one of the many things I learned at the Beard House last night, where Joseph Hafner of Gracie’s in Providence was cooking. A couple of kids from Star Chefs were at my table, too, and Michael Goldman, the publisher of HauteLife Press, which does custom publishing for restaurants etc. It turns out that Michael is a neighbor of mine and holds similar disdain for the haters at the Park Slope food co-op and the smug people at the Grand Army Plaza Greenmarket who will buy whatever garbage the farmers put in front of them. In fact, we both believe that the farmers, not being stupid, have figured that out and save their worst produce for that particular market.
Except for the grape people. I love them. And Evolutionary Organics — hate the name, love the greens.
I sat next to Gracie’s publicist, Ann Martini, whose main job is actually producing firefighter calendars for charity. She taught me how to pronounce her native state’s name properly (Ruh-DYE-lund).
What I ate and drank:
Hors d’oeuvres:
Foie gras and duck heart mousse with red onion marmalade
Point Judith bluefish rillettes and tomato crumpets
Mayonnaise biscuits with salty ham, red pepper jelly and Grafton cheddar
Gazpacho with Jonah crab and tiny tomatoes
Champagne Duval — Leroy Design Paris Brut, NV
Tuna Niçoise terrine with haricots verts, golden wax beans, triple cooked potatoes, Re Manfredi first press olive oil, tomato water and Eva's pea tendrils
Domaine de l'Hortus Rosé de Saignée, 2007
Brown butter-and-potato gnocchi with provolone mandarone, summer truffles and herbs
Joseph Drouhin Beaune Clos ds Mouches Blanc, 2005
Crisp softshell crab with salad of nasturtium flower and leaf, heirloom tomatoes and Rhode Island corn agnolottie
vPaslcal Jolivet Château de Noizay Sancerre, 2006
Intermezzo: Frozen Cherry Lemonade
Veal Two Ways: Grass-fed veal roulade with country bacon and sage, and crisp sweetbreads with peppadew gastrique and creamed garlic fondue
Louis Latour Château Corton Grancey Grand Cru, 2003
Dancing Cow Farmstead Sarabande with figs and Ken's honey
Lustau Solera Reserva dry oloroso Don Nuño sherry
Baked Rhode Island: Coffee milk rocky road ice cram, Kenyon's Johhncake and marshmallow meringue
W & J Graham’s 40-year-old tawny port
Ah Rhode Island, such a crazy little pocket universe, with its own little mafia, dialect, cuisine (can you say coffee milk?) and fascinating lack of interest in the rest of the world.
They say quahog (pronounced co-hog), like everyone in the world knows what that is.
It's a large, meaty clam.
Quahog’s also the Rhode Island town where The Family Guy takes place, but unlike South Park, which really is a town in Colorado, there is no Rhode Island town called Quahog.
That Family Guy fact is one of the many things I learned at the Beard House last night, where Joseph Hafner of Gracie’s in Providence was cooking. A couple of kids from Star Chefs were at my table, too, and Michael Goldman, the publisher of HauteLife Press, which does custom publishing for restaurants etc. It turns out that Michael is a neighbor of mine and holds similar disdain for the haters at the Park Slope food co-op and the smug people at the Grand Army Plaza Greenmarket who will buy whatever garbage the farmers put in front of them. In fact, we both believe that the farmers, not being stupid, have figured that out and save their worst produce for that particular market.
Except for the grape people. I love them. And Evolutionary Organics — hate the name, love the greens.
I sat next to Gracie’s publicist, Ann Martini, whose main job is actually producing firefighter calendars for charity. She taught me how to pronounce her native state’s name properly (Ruh-DYE-lund).
What I ate and drank:
Hors d’oeuvres:
Foie gras and duck heart mousse with red onion marmalade
Point Judith bluefish rillettes and tomato crumpets
Mayonnaise biscuits with salty ham, red pepper jelly and Grafton cheddar
Gazpacho with Jonah crab and tiny tomatoes
Champagne Duval — Leroy Design Paris Brut, NV
Tuna Niçoise terrine with haricots verts, golden wax beans, triple cooked potatoes, Re Manfredi first press olive oil, tomato water and Eva's pea tendrils
Domaine de l'Hortus Rosé de Saignée, 2007
Brown butter-and-potato gnocchi with provolone mandarone, summer truffles and herbs
Joseph Drouhin Beaune Clos ds Mouches Blanc, 2005
Crisp softshell crab with salad of nasturtium flower and leaf, heirloom tomatoes and Rhode Island corn agnolottie
vPaslcal Jolivet Château de Noizay Sancerre, 2006
Intermezzo: Frozen Cherry Lemonade
Veal Two Ways: Grass-fed veal roulade with country bacon and sage, and crisp sweetbreads with peppadew gastrique and creamed garlic fondue
Louis Latour Château Corton Grancey Grand Cru, 2003
Dancing Cow Farmstead Sarabande with figs and Ken's honey
Lustau Solera Reserva dry oloroso Don Nuño sherry
Baked Rhode Island: Coffee milk rocky road ice cram, Kenyon's Johhncake and marshmallow meringue
W & J Graham’s 40-year-old tawny port
バナナのチーズケーキ/ banana no chizu cake
12 agustus 2008,
Malam ini nyempetin bikin kue keju, abis tadi sore browsing resep kue keju ...eh ketemu resep ini, gw catetin nih bahannya..
2 bh pisang
200 gr keju krim
100 cc kream kental
2 bh telur
4 sdm gula
3 sdm tepung
1 sdm air lemon
Caranya, pisang dihaluskan, bubuhin air lemon lalu smua bahan dimasukkan di blender...blender mpe halus, lalu open 180 drjat 30 mnit. Gampang kan?
Lebih enak kalo dimakan dingin, jd dimasukkan ke kulkas deh.... Sengaja atasnya dibubuhin selei apple jam, sisa bkin kue kemarin itu...wah ternyata enak juga...
Malam ini nyempetin bikin kue keju, abis tadi sore browsing resep kue keju ...eh ketemu resep ini, gw catetin nih bahannya..
2 bh pisang
200 gr keju krim
100 cc kream kental
2 bh telur
4 sdm gula
3 sdm tepung
1 sdm air lemon
Caranya, pisang dihaluskan, bubuhin air lemon lalu smua bahan dimasukkan di blender...blender mpe halus, lalu open 180 drjat 30 mnit. Gampang kan?Lebih enak kalo dimakan dingin, jd dimasukkan ke kulkas deh.... Sengaja atasnya dibubuhin selei apple jam, sisa bkin kue kemarin itu...wah ternyata enak juga...
ツナ コロッケ/ Kroket Tuna
12 agustus 2008,
Kebetulan lagi banyak kentang..jadi bikin kroket deh...hari ini pengen coba yg isi tuna...trus ditambahin tumisan bawang bombay n wortel...wah jadinya enak banget...agak creamy, coz dicampur juga minyak dari tuna nya...
Sorenya pas mo goreng, mau kocok telur, eh telurnya tumpah...wiiih parah bner, mana telurnya tinggal satu2nya...terpaksa deh ditunda tuh gorengnya..nunggu husband pulang, baru deh pergi ke supermaket beli telor, ajak Mei naik sepeda...hehhe
Trus husband makan...ternyata die bilang enakkk...agak creamy, kayak cream croket...ini pengen bikin juga..nunggu tanggal mainnya...hehehe
Kebetulan lagi banyak kentang..jadi bikin kroket deh...hari ini pengen coba yg isi tuna...trus ditambahin tumisan bawang bombay n wortel...wah jadinya enak banget...agak creamy, coz dicampur juga minyak dari tuna nya...
Sorenya pas mo goreng, mau kocok telur, eh telurnya tumpah...wiiih parah bner, mana telurnya tinggal satu2nya...terpaksa deh ditunda tuh gorengnya..nunggu husband pulang, baru deh pergi ke supermaket beli telor, ajak Mei naik sepeda...hehhe
Trus husband makan...ternyata die bilang enakkk...agak creamy, kayak cream croket...ini pengen bikin juga..nunggu tanggal mainnya...hehehe
Phuket
After a week in the urban intensity of Bangkok, we were ready to move on to more sedate climes and swap crushingly busy markets for vast empty beaches and the heaving Chao Praya river for the rolling Andaman sea.
Phuket is a famous contradiction. With a large Islamic population (here mosques allegedly outnumber Buddhist temples) there is a conservative streak running through the culture. Phuket Town, the capital of the island, is a tightly knit, functioning city with little regard, or need for a tourist industry. The markets are resolutely local with few, if any, concessions to non-Thais. English is not widely spoken, for example, and subsequently much communication must be done with elaborate hand gestures. The buildings here are crumbling relics to colonialism, stunning facades with peeling paint and overgrown driveways – the settlers long gone. It is traditional in an endearing and sleepy way.
Just 20 kilometres west lies Patong, the very antithesis of Phuket Town. Patong suffers thanks to its reputation as the sex tourism capital of Thailand. Formerly home to a US airbase, the town grew up and flourished on vice – the black market, sex, drugs and drink seem to be the key aspects of the economy. If hedonism were a currency, Patong would be beating the global recession. Pirate DVDs are sold openly on the streets along with fakes of every label under the sun. By day the neon lights look sad and stark as sunlight cascades the bright glow of reality over them but by night they dominate and turn the narrow streets into a lurid, glowing homage to Sodom and Gomorrah.
But thanks to international investment and government intervention, Patong is gradually shedding its reputation, or at least trying to. It is still a hedonist’s paradise (Michael Houellebecq’s novel Platform is a staggeringly well-written account of the underbelly of Patong) but, by all accounts, far less seedy than it once was and during daylight hours could even be described as a family resort.
Having had enough of late nights and neon, we chose to stay on the north of the Island, about 45 minutes from Patong, at one of an increasing number of resort hotels on the Mai Khao beach. These luxurious retreats offer unsurpassed luxury, endless activities (should you want to do more than lie in the sun), a staggering range of food in a number of restaurants and will even loan you a movie or two if you feel like staying in. There is even an on-site shop to provide you with all the necessities (at grossly inflated prices). In short, it is like the Truman Show.
And this is at the heart of the problem. If you want to lose yourself in a glorious fug of luxury then these Thai theme parks are ideal. If you want to experience Thailand but don’t want to get your hands dirty or be bothered with non-essential trapping like ‘culture’ then they are perfect. You can forget that there is a world out there, a world where taxis are cheap and food is a fraction of the price, and infinitely better, than in the hotel.
Don’t get me wrong, we had a great time softly floating on this cloud like, inland cruise ship but we soon got itchy feet. Having seen Bangkok and all the excitement and variety and intensity, shifting to this Truman-like existence was hard. And like Jim Carey’s character, our sense of adventure and intrigue got the better of us. And we were delighted that it did.
www.justcookit.co.uk
Phuket is a famous contradiction. With a large Islamic population (here mosques allegedly outnumber Buddhist temples) there is a conservative streak running through the culture. Phuket Town, the capital of the island, is a tightly knit, functioning city with little regard, or need for a tourist industry. The markets are resolutely local with few, if any, concessions to non-Thais. English is not widely spoken, for example, and subsequently much communication must be done with elaborate hand gestures. The buildings here are crumbling relics to colonialism, stunning facades with peeling paint and overgrown driveways – the settlers long gone. It is traditional in an endearing and sleepy way.
Just 20 kilometres west lies Patong, the very antithesis of Phuket Town. Patong suffers thanks to its reputation as the sex tourism capital of Thailand. Formerly home to a US airbase, the town grew up and flourished on vice – the black market, sex, drugs and drink seem to be the key aspects of the economy. If hedonism were a currency, Patong would be beating the global recession. Pirate DVDs are sold openly on the streets along with fakes of every label under the sun. By day the neon lights look sad and stark as sunlight cascades the bright glow of reality over them but by night they dominate and turn the narrow streets into a lurid, glowing homage to Sodom and Gomorrah.
But thanks to international investment and government intervention, Patong is gradually shedding its reputation, or at least trying to. It is still a hedonist’s paradise (Michael Houellebecq’s novel Platform is a staggeringly well-written account of the underbelly of Patong) but, by all accounts, far less seedy than it once was and during daylight hours could even be described as a family resort.
Having had enough of late nights and neon, we chose to stay on the north of the Island, about 45 minutes from Patong, at one of an increasing number of resort hotels on the Mai Khao beach. These luxurious retreats offer unsurpassed luxury, endless activities (should you want to do more than lie in the sun), a staggering range of food in a number of restaurants and will even loan you a movie or two if you feel like staying in. There is even an on-site shop to provide you with all the necessities (at grossly inflated prices). In short, it is like the Truman Show.
And this is at the heart of the problem. If you want to lose yourself in a glorious fug of luxury then these Thai theme parks are ideal. If you want to experience Thailand but don’t want to get your hands dirty or be bothered with non-essential trapping like ‘culture’ then they are perfect. You can forget that there is a world out there, a world where taxis are cheap and food is a fraction of the price, and infinitely better, than in the hotel.
Don’t get me wrong, we had a great time softly floating on this cloud like, inland cruise ship but we soon got itchy feet. Having seen Bangkok and all the excitement and variety and intensity, shifting to this Truman-like existence was hard. And like Jim Carey’s character, our sense of adventure and intrigue got the better of us. And we were delighted that it did.
www.justcookit.co.uk
Cabut Gigi
The pain has been lingering for quite sometime now. I went to see the doctor almost a month ago. The doctor do not want to do anything since the nerves is still in pain. Pulling out the teeth will make it even worst. So I end up eating a lot of pain killer, mostly consist of ponstan.
A few days after that, I feel occay, and the pain eased up a little. After a couple of day, it disappears altogether. So hurray, I thought. I don’t have to see the dentist anymore. I am like almost 4 billions other people in the world are scared shit of dentist.
But a few days ago, it came back. But, now it’s even worst. I cannot chew my food properly, and have to eat using the left side of my mouth. And I look like cow doing it. And every time I eat something when the food somehow got into the hole of the teeth, I feel like killing someone.
Sunday was the worst. I was in the midst of class, I was giving quizzes to the students and suddenly it was there. The sharp pain and I have another hour to go. I teach while I was crying. Tears were coming out of my eyes, while the students look in amusement. Only after the class ended I told them what had happen.
And then yesterday, I could not take it anymore, but I have class and could not make it to the dentist. I have to meet the dentist. I cannot wait any longer. The pain is unbearable. I realized that every time I have class, the pain comes. Meaning every time I open my mouth, I will feel the pain. Maybe it is because of the excessive saliva, or air getting into the teeth, or something. So it sums up that I have a hole in one of my teeth.
So today, I went to see the doctor to do something about it. But the doctor said, the teeth have been impacted by the wisdom tooth. And there is nothing she can do about it but to pull it out.
Never did I imagine the pain, I just said “oke”
Then she took out the metal syringe. Then only I remember why I hate going to the dentist. The machines they have are scary. After a few jab, I could not feel anything. But the first time she poke the needles it was bloody painful.
Then she took her pliers like gadget and she pulled and pushed and pulled and every time she did that I felt like my head is going to explode, and then there it was my mandibular second molar right after my wisdom tooth.
I was bloody big, the one we see is only 1/3 of the whole teeth, while the 2/3 is still imbedded inside the gusi gums.
She shows me the teeth and how the teeth is all rosak already.
Now, after a few hours of feeling numb, i am starting to feel the pain when the anesthetic is now no longer effective. The blood keeps on oozing, but someone I am relief because I am no longer in pain.
Goodbye my dear teeth, you have served me well.
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