Living up to the nickname I bestowed upon myself (hey, thanks, Poshmark team), I took a gander and braved the -1 Degree Celcius weather on Thursday afternoon. Here are a handful of the photos I took while out and about.
Truth be told, I didn’t snap as many as I’d expected nor hoped, and this was because, as I sadly realised, my Digital Camera (while perfect and wonderful for close, cropped shots) is simply not the appropriate tool for outdoor pictures. It’s just not the right camera for that genre of photographs.
In case you’re wondering, I took a shot of Waverly Place for my daughter who adores Selena Gomez and her TV series, “Wizards of Waverly Place”.
After about 45 minutes of sauntering around, the tummy growled and I decided I fancied of a spot of Asian food (I know, right?). Morimoto, it certainly wasn’t, but here’s what I had for a very late lunch at the Empire Szechuan Village which is located on 173 7th Ave.
I had a chip with a dip. That chip with that dip was da bomb. The latter being a chutney of apple with mango and pineapple and dried plums, all kinds of yums.
But of course it’s Unagi Sashimi, did you really think I wasn’t going to have any?
My massive entré ~ Stir Fried Shrimp with Thai Basil. Not quite what I was expecting but I ate all the shrimp. I like shrimp. Very much. Very very much.
All things said and done, I did what I could, and I hope to still be able to impart a modicum of what I saw, through these.
p/s I made it out of New York City just before the blizzard hit, phew. When we were lining up to board the plane out of Newark, a guy offered me $750 for my ticket. Like woah.
Although I did not get to meet you in person, Mr Iron Chef, I experienced the most sublime of culinary sensations at your Chelsea restaurant last night and it was quite the orgasmic nosh. An affair I shall never forget. Suffice to say, resistance was beyond futile, and we, my appetite and I, succumbed rather happily to partaking of as many scintillating offerings as the waistline of my Cheetah print skinny jeans would allow. Note to self: wear stretch pants the next time.
I started with a Clam Miso Soup which was completely forgettable. Granted the molluscs were very fresh and the broth, light, but I was expecting something wow from the Iron Chef who brings his own Ice Cube-esque Smoker and creates furniture out of bread.
Next, I had the Kakuni – now we’re talking. AMAZING. Just AMAZING. Morimoto’s take on the traditional Cantonese brekker of congee with braised pork belly was delicious, particularly with those light tendrils of crispy fried Sweet Spud. It wasn’t a WOW moment, it was an OH MY GOD moment. Apparently, the meat is slow braised over very low heat for, get this, 10 whole days.
For my entree, I chose Duck, Duck, Duck, thinking I was in for a treat of an edible ménage à trois, and was terribly, terribly disappointed. It was crispy duck, it was tasty duck, it was moist duck but I could’ve gotten all that from any decent Asian eatery. And the foie gras mousse? Practically nonexistent.
And then dessert arrived, and the sun shone in my world once more. Apple Bread Pudding. Three innocent words for the most incredible sugar trip, ever. The pudding itself was a masterpiece of apple with pineapple, light and fluffy on the inside, crispy on the outside. The Green Tea crumble provided just that right amount of bitterness to counter the saccharine levels of the pudding while the creme fraiche was sufficiently laced with brandy to put a smile on this face ~ see :) the finishing touches of Mango Sorbet as well as a platter of fresh fruits completed the Morimoto gastronomical adventure.
I’ll be going back tomorrow (well, I hope to), to try a fish or lobster dish, I’ll let you know how that works out.
Love, (a very stuffed) Sheela
p/s everything is a tad on the salty side here. Be forewarned.
It’s a regular verbal regurgitation, huh.
I had Japanese the entire day. Yums. Little wonder I often get mistaken for one. How did you spend your Saturday?
So after three long years, I finally made it to the annual Texas Renaissance Festival. This is a series of eight themed weekends beginning from October and culminating with a Celtic Christmas 3-day weekend just around Thanksgiving. It. Is. Massive. Hundreds of costumed performers and close to 400 shops spread across a charming 55-acre village about 1.5 hours from Houston. The drive itself was uneventful, just me and the husband and Eve and her friend Rachel.
There’s my Eve.
On the way.
Cowboy Church? Only in Texas.
He greeted us at the entrance.
We got to meander along shaded cobblestone walkways, browsing little shops overflowing with unique arts and crafts, and here’s the kicker, I managed to refrain from buying every single thing in sight!! I limited myself to just two tops, well, one tee and one cardigan. And to sampling some rather delicious fare.
We had a turkey drumstick each and I swear that thing weighed 5lbs!
Then there was the entertainment :) well, one part of it anyways. Like I said, this place is GINORMOUS.
Yes, tis a band of singing pirates, and yes, they “did” say Yo Ho Ho & A Bottle Of Rum!
The “jousting” arena where knights from Germany, France, Spain and Great Britain battled it out.
They were pigging out on Neon Pink Candy Floss!
Another act we caught snippets of was Clan Tynker ~ a 5 member performing troupe, all family.
Clan Tynker in action.
This was far more cute than scary, sorry Clan Tynker.
We then all tried our hand at archery ~ err, not too good.
Eve & Rachel. I was worried they’d kill someone, truth be told.
Eve, you’re really bad at this. Sorry, buddy.
There were loads more things happening but I was just too tired to take additional photos at this point.
Icing on the cake? It took us 2 hours to move out of our car slot, and then another 2 hours to make it out of the carpark, totalling 4 hours just to leave the place. Texas Renaissance Festival, I love you but I am NEVER coming back.
For more photos, check out Eve’s post on Festival here.
The scene pre-Thanksgiving.
- The raw ingredients.
- Yes, I have a red mixer.
- Picture perfect pastry poofs.
- Me want cookie.
- Where cookie go? YOU!!!!
I’m making Chocolate Chip Cookies, or so I think. I bake a batch, I leave them on the cooling rack, I come back with the second batch and baked sweeties are gone. Perpetrator completely without remorse. Incidentally, this happens four more times (one batch for each child and a fourth for the man). I throw my hands up in the air in exasperation and bake no more. For that day.