I won’t be posting anything here until after the Thanksgiving weekend. Vaya con dios. Eat lots of turducken for me. See you next week.
Hasta Monday
- Post author By Newley
- Post date November 23, 2005
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Thanks to Dave T. for the pointer to this unbelievable Reuters piece on a new salmon-flavored soda:
For beverage connoisseurs tired of turkey-and-gravy or green-beans-and-casserole-flavored sodas, there’s a new choice being offered this year by specialty U.S. soda manufacturer Jones Soda Co.: salmon.
Jones Soda, the Seattle company that scored a hit during the last two holiday seasons with its turkey-and-gravy-flavored sodas, said it is offering the orange-hued fish-flavored drink this year in a nod to the Pacific Northwest’s salmon catch.
“When you smell it, it’s got that smoked salmon aroma,” said Peter van Stolk, chief executive of Jones Soda.
The artificially flavored salmon soda will be offered as part of a $13 “regional holiday pack” that also includes other unusual sodas such as turkey & gravy, corn on the cob, broccoli casserole and pecan pie.
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Photos from Hearburn Fest 4
By popular demand, here’re some photos from Heartburn Fest 4 that Wendy and I took. (If you missed my earlier post about the party, here’s an explanation.) I had a fantastic time.
R.W. Apple Jr. has a fantastic article in today’s NY Times about a cheap-eats tour of BKK given by an eccentric expat.
It opens thusly:
The guidebooks touted Bed Supperclub, where the hip and beautiful recline while they eat, and the airline magazine featured the Australian Amanda Gale, who has set the town on its ear with her fusion food at Cy’an. But I was looking for something more traditional, so as soon as I had settled into my hotel room, I picked up the phone and called Robert Halliday, an American writer and gourmand who has lived here so long that he finds vacations without Thai food painful.
“Welcome back to Bangkok,” he said. “Prepare to eat like a shark.”
Soon, he and I, a pair of ample fellows, were accordioned into the back of a not-so-ample taxi, en route to Chote Chitr, a modest establishment with only five tables, near the famous temple, Wat Suthat. “You won’t believe the banana-flower salad,” he enthused as we wove through the city’s notorious traffic. “It’s one of the wonders of the world, up there with the late Beethoven quartets.”
Slice and eat with the same utensil! This time-saver cuts through pizza crust, forking up bites and delivering them right to your mouth! Great for other pancakes and waffles too. Stainless steel; dishwasher safe. 8 1/2″L x 2″W.
If there’s a market for this thing, then surely the world needs my chorks.
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Spice Holder Ring
My buddy Mammoth (aka Stevie G.) loves salt.
Salt on pizza? Check. Salt in beer? Definitely. Salt in a pool of ketchup into which he dips his salt-laden french fries? You better believe it.
That’s why he really needs this ring, which he could wear and then use to apply his favorite seasoning without drawing undue attention to his unique gustatory proclivities.
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The Long Weekend That Was
My diary for the last five days looks like this. I had Thursday and Friday off of work so it was an extra-long weekend for me.
On Thursday, I took Wendy’s advice and went to see the Hirshhorn Museum’s Visual Music exhibition. Interesting stuff. I was only disappointed that they weren’t playing “Dark Side of the Rainbow.”
Here’s a pick I took of a some swirling lights projected onto a screen:
Then I strolled down to the National Museum of the American Indian. An absolute disappointment. A bunch of crap crammed into a funny-looking building. I couldn’t tell one exhibit from the next — it was as if the building were jammed with relics and dioramas and video displays, turned upside down and shaken about, and then set back down again for visitors to pick through. Talk about cognitive dissonance.
The weather was gorgeous on Friday, so I went out to hike the Billy Goat Trail in Great Falls, Maryland. Nice to get outside. I snapped this pic:
That night I went out with some friends to Local 16. Nice place. But very crowded.
On Saturday I had lunch with my grandmother in Falls Church, VA, and then went to meet my old pal Mike F. for lunch. You’ll recall that Mike has provided commentary on these pages regarding Ecuadorian politics; he and I taught English there, and he recently returned to the States. We hadn’t seen each other in nearly two years (for those of you who don’t know me, Mike’s on the left):
Then, that night, I had the pleasure of going to a neighbor’s BBQ and watching the exceptionally funny “Team America: World Police,” a film I’d been meaning to see for a while. Warning: steer clear of it if you’ve got a problem with graphic scenes depicting marionette sex.
I got to see another great movie — one of a much different ilk — on Sunday night: “Born Into Brothels: Calcutta’s Red Light Kids.” The director, a photographer, gave cameras to prostitutes’ children; the movie’s about the photos they take and their struggle to escape the slum. Worth checking out.
And finally, to cap off a fine weekend, I had the pleasure of dining yesterday at Five Guys, purveyors of the best damned cheeseburgers I’ve ever tasted. Here’s what my meal looked like (click the photo for notes):
Sigh. Now I need a vacation.