One Fine Jay

In Soviet Russia, tea brews you.

After having been served a cup of honey citron tea at a local Chinese restaurant (for $2 with no refills, seriously) I Googled around to see what it’s about before buying an enormous jar of the stuff that is ubiquitous at the Asian market. I came across an entry on Sinosplice discussing it, and scrolling… Continue reading this entry

Dinner at Houlihan’s

Of late, I’ve avoided national chain restaurants due to their massive portions, so-so service in general, and the selections. Besides, I’ve been cooking a lot of my food, and with the help of a slow cooker, cooking has become much easier for me. Trying out a new restaurant, though, is the general exception to this… Continue reading this entry

Bad beer? No problem.

Dinner at home with the family isn’t so bad, and it’s not often that we do, but when we do, it’s fun. The only problem is that I’m not a Bud beer drinker. Not that I’m a beer snob, no way. I drink Coors Light, thankyouverymuch. But when I do want to get my drink… Continue reading this entry

Pasta, Untitled #1

Oh to be burdened with naming a dish so simple from its very execution! The time I would have spent thinking up a name would have been more than writing the recap of this simple dish. Many are aware of the value that store-bought, bottled tomato-based pasta sauce may have towards reaching your desired pasta… Continue reading this entry

Witches’ brew

Has anyone else noticed that mahi-mahi, one of the best tasting fish out there, doesn’t seem to lend itself to anything more than grilling with some sort of sauce on top or on the side, under or over, wherever? A search for mahi-mahi on FoodTV’s site brings up not much more than grilled mahi-mahi, with… Continue reading this entry

The matter of the final bite

I am a prolific consumer of leftover food. Leftovers or not, every other day or so my dinners usually consist of many small servings of very different things. Take tonight’s meal: roast pork loin and fried rice, which the family—except myself; I was preoccupied—had for lunch; shrimp wonton soup, freshly nuked from the freezer; and… Continue reading this entry

Hot chocolate

“Hints of citrus, nutmeg, cinnamon, and black pepper…” In a chocolate bar. I was at Wal-Mart last night satisfying a candy craving when I found the Dove Organic Citrus Spice Dark Chocolate bar. My curiosity got me this time and for three bucks I had in my hands a chocolate bar with very small segments—and… Continue reading this entry

A lingering mystery

Luna di Luna 60/40 Chardonnay and Pinot Grigio Venetian table wine. I have always been suspicious of blended wines. I know of two types: those made separately and bottled together, and those made of a blend of two (or more) varietals fermented together. I know the latter is more commonplace and the former I have… Continue reading this entry

A primer on my wine reviews

Am empty bottle of wine and a glass. Remnants of a great night of drinking. “…Hints of green peppercorns, black coffee and the mild aroma of geriatric sweat.” I just hate describing wines that way; and the wines descibed that way, I tend to hate too. I am not, and I don’t intend to be,… Continue reading this entry

Brie

A modern poem of sorts. Dedicated to Dean. ~o~ You assault my senses with your very betrayal Of the French’s lack of good taste You who have been called The King of Cheeses. What paltry kingdom it is you hold? Bold perhaps If but for the sake of being bold. I have known many in… Continue reading this entry

Got fish?

One thing that I have observed among my American friends is that few have ever really enjoyed the pleasure of eating a fish in a very “natural” fashion. Much of the fish they have encountered involves fillets of one way or another, devoid of character. You folks are missing so much pleasure in digging into… Continue reading this entry

Thin-sliced Beef Short Ribs

Go to an Asian supermarket and you can find the best deals on good, fresh food anywhere aside from a warehouse club, with the added plus that warehouse clubs usually don’t sell whole salmon for 2.99 a pound, or flahs-frozen fresh tilapia for 1.99 a pound. Warehouse clubs also don’t have people who would clean… Continue reading this entry

Saturday night frap rush

So, tonight I was in line at Starbucks for my usual venti coffee—now with Splenda and Half and Half ‘coz black kawfee plays hell on my stomach—and the baristas at the espresso machine and frap blenders were already hollering at customers in line for what they wanted. The line was that long. “That will be… Continue reading this entry

I feel so Euro tonight

For dinner: two slices of coconut custard pie (Mrs. Smith’s, to boot) and and two glasses of Franzia white zin. Not exactly going the way of Toby (yet) but hey, I may drink wine in a box but at least I don’t have it on the rocks, ja?