taco hell

My good friend matt who I call 'my fearless leader' owns a bar in the city. I go there all the time. One of the bartender working there has big tits, all the male patrons and maybe some female patrons seem to like her. She is a nice girl, but there is something about her that is just not right. I don't know her that well, but somehow, I am almost certain she is got serious problems, under that cute face and those big knockers.

Well, when I was there on Saturday, the staff were kind of talking about what they were going to do on their day off on sunday. And miss big tits said that she is planning on going to have herself a meal at the taco bell! I just could not believe what I was hearing! Are you fucking kidding me! I mean, taco bell is one of those places that is only acceptable if you have just been living on a deserted island eating tree barks and lizards for like three years, you just got rescued, and taco bell is the first thing available to you when you returned to the civilization. You just don't plan on having a meal there on your day off when there are thousands of other choices available to you. This girl needs serious help.

On top of all that, I think they serve pepsi at taco hell, that alone is reason enough not to go there.

curly hair

This girl with curly hair has been working in my lab for a while now. She doesn't just have any regular curly hair, she has like these perfect curls that some people would die for. She just pass her Ph.D. qualifying exam yesterday, congratulation to her. She is really smart, I think she will make very good contributions to science.

Right after she passed her test, the Fed-Ex guy came and gave her a package, it turned out to be a care package from her mom. What is interesting though, this care pack did come from her home (in iowa, where hogs roam), it came from some company called mom.com. It's contains are a lot like some of the other care package I have seen: cookies, candy, assorted nuts, condoms, etc. But the difference is that Mrs curly hair didn't actually packed it, somebody else making minimum wage did. Now, I don't really want to talk shit about someone else's mom, I am not that guy. But if you really actually care enough to send a care package, shouldn't you pack it? I know people are really busy these days, then send money, not junk food. When did sugar become the symbol of care, I am wondering? She should have send whole pork loins or cured pork products, if she really cares about her daughter, in my opinion.

Oh, did I mention that there were warm sodas in this care package? WTF

Just Corn!

In the city of Taipei, near where I grew up, this guy has been on the same street corner selling grilled corn since before I was born. These are not your run of the mill, american back yard bbq corn on the cobs, these are the most delicious corn you can find, on either side of the pacific. There are probably a dozen similar street venders selling similar preparation of corn just in the city of Taipei, but his shit is easily the best, according to me and like two other people in taipei who still recognized me as friends.

So here is the deal, he takes fresh white corn, first boils them in water, drain them, and the put them over hot coal. He has four jars of sauces in front of him that he applies to the corn with a brush. First, it was a brownish sauce probably consist of soy sauce, sugar, garlic, shallot, some spices, and a bunch of untold ingredient (of course he won't tell me what the fuck they are). The second sauce is simply pork fat. The third is a chili sauce, which is optional. And this is the only point where he will ask you a question (you want it hot or not?), the rest of the time while you are waiting for your corn, silence. In the very end, right when the corn reaches a beautiful dark brown, he brushes on egg wash, grills it for another 15 seconds, puts it in a paper bag, and it is yours.

This is no turduken or foie gras, but simple food done well can often time brings just as much pleasure as luxurious dishes. It has to be true, because he has been doing it for more than 30 years.

Turduken

I am going to revisit things that happened during the holidays, you might think it is stupid, since it is january. But this is my blog, and I don't really give a fuck. And acutally, I don't really give a fuck about the holiday either, but it does get people together to do two of the things I like to do a lot: eating and drinking.

The week leading up to christmas was just crazy, I was out every night. Had a couple really good meals with good wines at restaurant I can't really afford. Drinking way too much. All these indulgence reached a climax on Sunday (christmas day, if anyone still remember), when my friend russ invited us to his new home for a potluck, which he promised to produce 'turduken' from scratch. By now, most american know what a turduken is. It is a turkey stuffed with a duck, and then the duck itself is also stuffed with a chicken. It almost sounded physically impossible, but if you carefully debone all three birds, it can be done. (Doesn't it seem like americans are always finding new ways to kill themselves, or at the very least, make themselves grossly obese?)

Well, to celebrate the occasion, and keeping up with the bird theme, I made a pate with a whole lobe of foie gras, just in case there were not enough fat and cholesterol at this party. The turduken turned out to be a huge success, most of us may have been too drunk to really enjoyed it (I was, at least), but from what I gathered, it was really fucking good. I didn't even stay for desert, if I had, I probably would have missed my flight to taiwan.