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i’m not dead, just in case you were wondering. however, i’ve been feeling a bit under the weather, which does detract very much so from the ole appetite, much to my dismay (that is, in essence, the snake eating its tail). anyway, i’ve been subsisting on either canned soups or chinese food or osso buco as of late, so you tell me what you want to read about. that’s right, i want YOU, loyal readers, to tell me what you want.

do you care that i had a leisurely (read: terrible service) lunch with annie b earlier today at lodge? that i can feel my intestines bubbling over from what is no doubt e coli poisoning? why do we do such things to ourselves? we are masochists. or, we are lazy and it’s a block away. take your pick.

recently i ordered from chinese musician, some restaurant in greenpoint that allegedly has “awesome” chinese food. well, it wasn’t very exciting at all. you know why i am qualified to say such things? because i am chinese, you assholes!  then i decided to deter yet again from my usual route of all things kam sing, and went with pac sun, which was mediocre at best. fuck this; the road most traveled is usually that because it’s the best. kind of like why cliches are true, you know that kind of jibber jabber.

anyway, i’m going to bake some pumpkin pies with graham cracker crusts this new year’s eve and serve it all up with a side of schlagg, the german version of whipped cream that’s so much richer than that cool-whip shit. germans sure know how to beat their dairy into submission!  and on the 5th, we’re going to del posto, so hold your breath because i’m sure this will be fucking bang on. if not, well, then i guess it’s off to dressler, because i still have yet to go.

are you still reading? are you eating anything good? say something!

Who knew?

slowpoke, I know- but Olbermann really knocks it out of the park here

onions

am i the only person on the planet who finds this bulb the most odious possible creation of mother nature? sure, it’s tolerable when cooked into things like chili, french onion soup (though i suspect gruyere could salvage anything) and new england clam chowder (and most soups in general, i reckon), but there is no reason for this horrendous growth to exist. sure, you can batter and deep fry it and serve it up with fair results, but truth be told, you could batter and deep fry a shoe and it’d be delicious.

fuck you, onions.

h/t Fast Hugs

los angeles: not only the home to america’s hell’s kitchen, skid row and the fabled in-n-out franchise, but some fantastic restaurants. granted, when i usually go, i’m with my friends who enjoy the flavor country that is claimjumper and red robin, but this time, i stayed with someone who enjoys finer dining and actually once made a resolution to explore the city and its culinary offerings. well, halle-fucking-lujah!

friday evening we ventured into BLD, an eatery that specializes in breakfast, lunch, and dinner. well, they need to add an “S” to their moniker, as they also do a fantastic supper (let’s not quibble over the difference between supper and dinner, OK?). the service was brilliant – our server suggested four heavenly cheeses, one of which she claimed to have dreamed about the night prior. well, it was a fantasy, slathered on fine quality bread. i broke my vegetarian streak and went with a pork sausage and fennel infused fresh pasta that was earthy, well seasoned and perfectly autumnal. dessert was an overly sweet but delectable gingerbread pudding topped with ice cream and toasted pumpkin seeds. we drifted away in a cloud of happiness.

saturday we met up with friends for lunch at a local santa monica restaurant, frito misto, that is a favorite amongst vegetarians. heavenly pillows were fried puffs of ricotta stuffed ravioli, and i ordered a very garlicky, pesto dish of artichokes, sundried tomatoes and mushrooms tossed with lemon pepper linguine. oh, it was filling, but left me perfumed like a head of garlic. perhaps not the most sensual perfume.

sunday afternoon, we ventured out to la brea not to see the tar pits, but to check out luna park, a quiet, dark and inviting space that served up a bubbling goat cheese fondue, accompanied by sliced green apples and grilled bread. JP had vegetarian gravy and biscuits, and i had a lovely spinach and carmelized mushroom omelette with a side of roasted potatoes that were crisp and well-seasoned. and i have finally learned that the point of brunch is to be lazy and eat a savory meal accompanied by a side of fruit salad. oh, now it all makes sense!

for an early birthday dinner for my host, i took him to ayara, aka “beef waterfall,” an unassuming thai restaurant that serves up a perfectly clean-flavored and spicy jade curry. “the two best dishes,” JP observed, “are this and the pad se ew,” which i’d ordered. the broad flat noodles pan seared with tofu and chinese broccoli (sans egg, a suggestion by JP) were in fact ideal.

ah, los angeles, you have more to offer than just fresh, never frozen, fast food burgers and weinerschnitzel shacks.

Disclaimer: I’m not making fun of cancer or people receiving chemo, so before you send me hate mail, remember my entire family is dead…from cancer!

There was a time when Adam Ant was considered hot….and you know he must have been because it’s hard to pull off a painted face and pirate garb. Now he looks at best like Billy Crystal or at worst someone who is getting chemo doing book signings at Borders . May your hotness rest in peace, you scallywag.

Adam Ant:

Billy Crystal (you have no idea how much I LOATHE Billy Crystal, pretentious self important douche):

actual hat for chemo patients:

Why haven’t they told Jenah to get her teeth fixed yet? They made poor Joanie get that painful surgery for one crooked tooth…Jenah has the craziest crooked scary can opener teeth and not a word about it?

Jenah reminds me of my beloved Dallas….Barbie’s Golden Palomino.

Hopefully she wins so I can use this pic to announce it…

right now i am in good ole los angeles, my home away from home. normally i would be ecstatic, gnawing on a 4×4 animal & protein style sans onions from in-n-out but this whole vegetarianism thing has really been cramping my style. i mean, vegans at the airport have the option of water, air and crappy tasting protein bars made of sawdust and the dew from a weird asian berry. whee, what fucking fun.

all that changed when i finally de-planed and wound up at wolfgang puck’s express on the promenade in santa monica where i had…a salad. fresh spinach, candied walnuts and radicchio. oh, and some green apple slices. exciting. not really. remember when homer simpson sang to lisa, “you don’t win friends with salad?” well, he was right.

boring, i know. then i was escorted to a party at some lounge on wilshire hosted by microsoft where horrible smelling fishy things were served up on square plates, and a “phizztini” was offered in a plastic glass that emitted different colored wave patterns. ugh. we were smart to just drink water, and save our appetite for fred62.

located somewhere between hollywood and silverlake (hi, i don’t drive), this little grimy dive supplied us with a fresh eyeful of local hipsters (did i just fucking write that? i’m jetlagged) and a much needed injection of flavor. yeah i am really tired. JP suggested we get the deep fried macaroni & cheese balls. well shit. how could i say no? crunchy, creamy, cheesey, just a hint of jalapeno – this was perfection in a mouthful.

i’m not going to blather on about what i had for my entree because it was covered entirely with cilantro, rendering it inedible, but i did salvage tofu from it. oh and my hash browns were more like hash tans, but whatever, can you really fuck up a fried potato? (actually, yes, but let’s not get into that)

now i am going to take a nap because i have no idea what time it is.
this entry stinks.
i blame it on lack of protein.