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Cannoli Oak Beard*

21 April 2012

*Or, how I had an awesome Friday and I love my brother.

Yesterday was a non-stop smorgasbord of fun.

One of my colleagues brought in a box full of Pasticceria Papa‘s famous cannoli. They are seriously, heart-stoppingly wonderful.

After the workday finished there was a workplace financial year kickoff celebration at The Oaks. We were in one of the upstairs rooms, and I didn’t stay too long, but it was a good laugh.

Then it was time to taxi over to Sydney Uni and Manning Bar, where the gig festivities kicked off with a few good mates. There were several acts, most better than the last. I missed the first act, The Stiffys. Here are the ones we did see.

  • Mojo Juju play a swampy New Orleans gutbucket jazz shuffle. Their first couple of songs had me worried as they were slow and similar. But they brought it up in tempo, volume, and attitude as they went on, and got much better. They were fun, and quite stylin’.
  • Manchoir were an amazing surprise. They are exactly what the name implies: a choir of men. About 10 of them, all in singlets, some with bottles of beer in hand, performing a capella renditions of such great man-classics as “Wanted Dead or Alive” and “Highway to Hell”. Hilarious!
  • The Crooked Fiddle Band played prog folk metal. I’ve never heard such a heavy polyrhythmic racket from a lute, violin, upright bass, and drums. It was mostly instrumental and mostly pretty intense. The woman playing fiddle had virtuoso level: she was amazing. Very skilled and dynamic, but it missed some of the fun and emotion that the earlier two acts had set us up for. But definitely an amazing band.
  • The Beards. What can I say about this band that I haven’t already done? They love beards, disdain all those who are beardless, and play many rockin’ tunes about beards. Last night they played several from their new album, Having a Beard is the New Not Having a Beard, which I hadn’t heard them play live before. They were, as usual, awesome. If you’ve missed previous posts watch thesevideos.

Afterwards we had a couple of beers at the Marly Bar in Newtown, made all the more entertaining by a power-tripping bouncer and a soft-porn session by some drunkards who forgot they were in public.

Classy Beards

Classy Beards

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Final call for sake

18 June 2008

Final addition to the list of those blogging about Qype’s sushi and sake event last week:

  • Dave over at the Dictionary of Specific Generalities
  • Niamh at Eat Like a Girl, a blog that’s making me hungry even if I am a guy (she has more photos too)
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More about sushi

13 June 2008

Opinions from some of the other folks who were there for Qype’s sushi-and-sake night:

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すばらしい*

12 June 2008

*“Excellent”. At least, I hope that’s what it says.

Once again the folks at Qype held a special event for some of the London contributors. You may recall me blogging about the Moët Hennessy wine-tasting event, or the gourmet chocolate event. Last night about six of us were treated to a Japanese food and sake event. It was excellent, top to bottom.

The location and food were provided by Tsuru. It’s a relatively new Japanese restaurant nestled into a business area just behind the Tate Modern in Southwark. It’s a cozy spot, and they made some incredible food. Click that link to see my (and others’) thoughts on the food; in short, it was excellent. I’m definitely planning to go back, probably to try some katsu curry.

The drinks were provided by the lovely Wakana Omija of the Akashi Sake Brewery co., an artisanal sake and shochu producer. Although I’ve always liked sake it was the first time I’d ever been to a proper tasting. It was really fun and informative. For instance, I didn’t know that brown rice is made into white rice by polishing it (basically, scraping away the outer parts of the grain). Did you know that? Huh? Didya?

Although it got increasingly difficult to keep track of everything we tasted as the evening went on, our hosts did a good job of pairing different drinks with different foods. All of it was tasty.

  • As we nibbled on edamame we tried a couple of cocktails: a Kappa Saketini (their Tokiwa rice shochu, Honjozo sake, and cucumber) and a Tokiwa Rhubarb Fizz (Tokiwa again, rhubarb, sugar syrup, soda, and mint). The latter was dangerously tasty.
  • With our seabass carpaccio they let us try both their Daiginjo and Junmai Daiginjo sakes.
  • We were served both warm and room-temperature Honjozo with our nasu dengaku.
  • The most interesting drink of the evening was the Genmai Yamadanishiki aged sake that accompanied the chicken yakitori. Akashi-Tai took the bold move some years ago of trying to make sake from brown, unpolished rice. It turned out to be…well, not good. But they’ve let it age a few years and it’s now starting to develop some complex flavours. It’s challenging, for sure, but when paired with food that’s got similarly strong flavours I can see a market for it.
  • For the sushi platter we got some creamy, undiluted Honjozo Genshu sake.
  • I think there was another snort of Tokiwa at the end to finish us off.

All of the drinks were excellent. The Junmai Daiginjo and Honjozo Genshu would be my two favourites from the whole lot, but they all worked well with the food they were paired with.

I’d definitely recommend having lunch at Tsuru. If you’re keen to try some of Akashi-Tai’s sakes or other drinks I’m told that you can get them at London’s Japan Centre , and I can see them for sale online at TheDrinkShop.com.

Big shout to Rob and CaribQueen from Qype for putting on the event. And good to meet/see again the other Qypers!

Here are some photos.

Image from Mex Beady Eyes via Creative Commons license

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Ealing turns food waste into energy

12 June 2008

Image from arimoore under Creative Commons license

Digestion is, of course, the process whereby your gut breaks down food you ingest into components that it can use. Anaerobic Digestion (AD) is a the name for a similar (but industrial) process where microorganisms break down organic matter (but without requiring oxygen to do so). AD is used in some places to produce energy: when the little bacteria break down organic waste one of the resulting products is a biogas that makes a nifty fuel.

AD isn’t widespread yet. The process is a bit finicky to control, and start-up costs for an AD plant can be big. However, there is such an AD plant in Bedfordshire run by a company called Biogen. I think that’s pretty exciting. They take food waste that would otherwise simply go into a landfill somewhere, break it down, and produce methane-rich gas and concentrated organic fertiliser from the solids.

Ealing, where I live, has been improving its recycling programmes in recent years. It has a good food waste recycling programme: they offer cheap composters if you’ve got a garden (we have one), and provide you with a food waste bin so that they can collect household food waste from the roadside each week for those who don’t compost. That collection service is handy even if you do compost because it accepts things you might not want to add to your garden compost pile (e.g., meat and fish scraps).

I’ve just found out that Ealing has now become the first London borough to send its food waste to Biogen’s AD plant. Yay, Ealing! They give you composters, offer to pick up any food waste, and turn that waste into energy. They really couldn’t make it any simpler, could they?

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Feast

8 June 2008

I baked yesterday. I don’t bake very often, but we had a dinner party at the Colombians’ and we were bringing dessert so I thought I’d give it a go. I cracked open one of the cookbooks we haven’t used yet (a Gordon Ramsay one), picked a recipe that was simple (ginger chocolate cheesecake), and got stuck in. I’m happy to say that it turned out pretty well. The Colombians made some Thai prawn curry that was also really, really good.

I definitely needed my run this morning.

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Vive le Reblochon!

2 June 2008

The neighbours invited us over for some awesome tartiflette last night. I’ve never had it outside the Alps before. It was good.

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Suddenly I want melon

31 May 2008

Big thanks to Chris for including my Qype wine blog in Londonist’s food round-up for the month.

Big thanks for the photo accompanying that round-up, too, though it makes me sorry I wasn’t at Food 2.0: Nom Nom Nom.

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Too late

31 May 2008

We headed down to Shoreditch last night for a birthday celebration for the Colombian. We stopped to eat dinner along the way at Canteen in Spitalfields (which was great) but we were far too late getting to Favela Chic, the Brazilian bar/club where people were gathering. The queue was huge and we made little headway despite waiting over half an hour. Luckily, the Colombians came out to say hi to us. It turns out there were several others who’d arrived too late and, like us, had to give our birthday wishes standing outside the club.

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One perfectly offsetting the other

25 May 2008

I went for a run yesterday morning, then in the afternoon made my regular annual purchase of new running shoes. I’m trying Nike’s Air Structure Triax this year.

Yesterday evening we also got together with the Neighbours for some food and drink, which resulted in me consuming an immense amount of barbequed sea bass and potato salad.

It’s all about balance.

On the plus side, we’ve located a pretty good fishmonger quite close to us. You can chuck a whole sea bass on the barbeque and cook it as-is, which really couldn’t be easier.

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Blog comments (nearly) becoming reality

20 May 2008

I’m a big fan of Marmite. I know that makes me a rare creature, learning t enjoy the stuff at 32, but that’s what happened. Now I love it. It should also be noted that I’m the only one in my household that does.

Longtime readers of the Plummet Onions may recall that early last year I purchased some limited-run Guinness Marmite, and that I said it was very tasty. Those posts generated some comments, one of which came from the lovely and insightful Miss B, who said, “Whatever next…Peanut Butter with champagne?”

Well, you were close, B. Behold: Champagne Marmite (click to enlarge and read the label).

Because I’m the only lover of Marmite in the house, I had to gift it to myself. It’s delicious. And it really does have a touch of champagne flavour.

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I’m Melting

25 April 2008

Once again, my good friends at Qype are taking care of those of us who are obsessively populating their website with reviews. Last night about a dozen of us were invited to a chocolate-tasting event in Notting Hill at a life-altering little shop called Melt.

It was, in a word, amazing.

Now I like chocolate as much as the next guy, but I don’t consider myself a chocoholic (that is, I don’t like it as much as the next girl). But this was something special. Master Chocolatier Keith Hurdman was there to give us a demonstration of how chocolate is made; how the Swiss, Belgian and French schools differ; samples of different chocolate types; and a demonstration of how truffles are made.

It was informative. We ate a lot of chocolate. Not actually all that much volume-wise, but it was so rich and luxurious that it was really filling and satisfying. We were there about 90 minutes, and Hurdman made it a light, fun, delicious experience. I was stunned to learn that it took him seven years of apprenticeship in Switzerland to become a Master Chocolatier. And then he did three years of art school as well.

We all bought something, in addition to what we’d eaten and the gift bag we were given. I’d recommend Melt to anyone who likes an affordable luxury, and the private booking experience to anyone looking for an unusual group event.

Right now, I feel like I never want to eat a Mars bar again.

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What should you eat?

15 April 2008

I’ve just finished reading a book called The Omnivore’s Dilemma: The Search for a Perfect Meal in a Fast-Food World. It’s an interesting read for anyone interested in food production, especially in the US and Canada. It asks a good question: if you can eat anything, what should you eat?

The book is divided into three sections, in each of which authour Michael Pollan investigates what’s involved in creating and eating a different type of meal. The first feast is a drive-through McDonald’s meal for his family. The second comes from organic farms. The final meal is one he hunts and gathers himself. The background behind each meal provides dozens of compelling stories.

For the fast food meal, Pollan describes the chain of mass-produced food in America and how so much of it relies on corn: from high-fructose corn syrup to “nutraceutical” derivatives to feed for cattle and chicken and pigs, there’s some element of corn in nearly half of everything North Americans eat. He also explains the history and lobbying reasons why this is so (and not so in other parts of the world), as well as the amount of oil used in creating fertilizers.

In the organic section, Pollan looks at how “organic” has changed meaning with its popularity, and much of what now bears that label has additives and – because it needs to be distributed in the “regular” food distribution system – is still unsustainable because of the oil required for packaging and shipping. He does eat a meal from a dedicated true-local organic farm, though.

The hunting and gathering section is the most personal, as Pollan describes learning to hunt wild pigs in northern California, and the trials and tribulations of identifying mushrooms that are safe to eat.

Pollan is a journalist, not a nutritionist or scientist. His approach works well, because he’s thorough, and likes peeling back layers of things. In the end, he admits that while we’d all have a much better relationship with, and understanding of, nature if we hunted and gathered our own food that’s a pretty unsustainable idea in today’s world. Similarly, he thinks the high-sugar, high-fat, mass-industry mainstream food business is just as unsustainable, from a health and resource point of view; and, he worries that large industrial organic isn’t much better.

He lets the quality of the meal at the end of each section illuminate his views on what the perfect meal is. As for as solutions, he suggests that buying locally and asking questions of the meat and vegetable producers is the best idea (which is really only possible when you buy locally).

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Pie-eyed

12 April 2008

I met up with you.know.who, aka Impish Scribe, today for the first time in a long time. We decided to hit one of those great British institutions: the pie and mash shop.

Down Tower Bridge Road we found one of Manze’s legendary shops. It was really something. Some very busy ladies slinging some tasty, locally-made dishes at an eager queue of eastenders (and us). They don’t do much here – just pie, mash, and eels – so they do it right. We each had a pie and mash, and shared a bowl of stewed eels. The eels were okay, but I think I prefer my minced beef pies. The whole thing was covered with a lot of parsley sauce, which I think I’d get them to go lighter on next time. I also had a cup of their sasparilla. It was cheap, tasty, and fun, and proper comfort food.

Afterwards we continued our catch-up at my favourite pub near London Bridge, the George Inn, which is as busy as it is ancient. Good times.

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Café Grove

19 March 2008

There’s a Polish restaurant named Café Grove that’s just a few steps from our front door. Despite being here for nearly a year, I’ve not been there until tonight. I’ve been missing out: it was excellent.

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French cuisine

16 March 2008

PC invited us over to their place last night for a delicious meal. From the savoury olive cake starter, to the juicy pork and vegetable stew, to the mango tarte tatin, it was all reeeeally tasty.

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“I was on the Internets, using the Googles…”

27 January 2008

This has been a super weekend.

On Friday night we went down to Shepherd’s Bush with one of neighbours. We stopped in to The Defector’s Weld pub and had a bite and a drink. Afterwards we went across the green to the cinema to see No Country For Old Men. It lived up to the hype: what a serious, slow-burning, well-crafted film. What a portrait of evil from Javier Bardem. I definitely need to see it again.

Saturday was jam packed.

  • I got up early and went for a 10km run, ate breakfast, got cleaned up.
  • Went to The Social, a cool bar on Little Portland Street, where The Duke Spirit were having a CD playback of their upcoming album, Neptune. It sounded great, just like their other stuff. It was a laid-back atmosphere, with a couple of dozen people and a couple of guys from the band hanging out around metal tables and dimmed light bulbs.
  • Met up with a couple of friends at The Ship on Wardour Street, had a few drinks, and sold one of them a Queens of the Stone Age ticket I can no longer use. After catching up, we had a tasty dinner at Neal’s Yard Salad Bar since one person is vegan, and then had a quick drink at The Boardwalk in Soho (half-price drinks before 8pm, and the place was empty!).
  • Afterwards, Kitty and I broke from the crowd, because we had tickets to see Henry Rollins at the Hammersmith Apollo. It was a spoken-word event, which is Henry’s shtick these days. He came on promptly at 8pm, and didn’t stop ranting, even for a drink of water, until just after 11pm. He’s nearly 50 but he still channels that punk rage, and in a really entertaining way. He talked about his penchant for visiting places like Islamabad, Damascus, Tehran, and Beirut on his own, wandering the streets and meeting people (he was in Pakistan when Bhutto was assassinated). He talked about being disappointed by heroes like Ted Nugent in his youth, but finding new ones like Van Halen. He talked about being an obsessive musical collector. He talked about loving – and then getting a chance to perform with – The Ruts. He talked about how awesome Canadians are. He apologised just a little for George Bush: since his days in office are numbered he suggested we simply sit back and laugh, since without Karl Rove the president is saying stupider things than ever. Henry’s irascible and funny and loud and inquisitive; it was a good show.
  • I got home in time to enjoy the tail end of a dinner party thrown by our neighbour two doors down.

So far, the only excitement Sunday has held is doing some laundry. Even if that’s it, it’s been an excellent weekend.

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The party goes on

20 January 2008

Our neighbour has a January birthday like me, so we had a joint get-together at theirs last night. It was a fun time, with a good crowd of folks. I also got some good reviews of these chicken wings, which I made for the second time yesterday.

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…and my seven-year transformation into a Brit is complete

10 January 2008

This morning, my breakfast comprised two pieces of toast on a plate (burned on one side, soft and uncooked on the other), covered with a ladle’s worth of baked beans (probably taken from a tin bigger than my torso), and with a packet of brown sauce squeezed out on top.

Please note that I chose this for my breakfast: I selected the elements, arranged them, and ate them of my own free will. There were many other food choices at hand, but I eschewed them all in favour of my beans on toast.

Finally, and most importantly, I quite enjoyed my breakfast. I found it pleasant in appearance; interesting to eat, with different textures and elements to be arranged on the fork; and damnably tasty.

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El excelente bogavante de Nueva Escocia

19 December 2007

I work for a multinational company. We’ve just had our last weekly staff meeting. These meetings are actually phone conferences, since my boss is in Madrid and the other members of my team are in Amsterdam and Rome.

The boss was asking everyone what their plans were over the holidays. I mentioned that I was going home to Canada on Friday. He asked me if I was flying to Toronto or Ottawa. I said neither, I live on the east coast and will be flying to Halifax.

He said, “Oh, will you get lots of lobster there?”

I left aside the fact that I don’t care for lobster, and remarked that I was surprised that he knew that that part of Canada was known for its lobster. He responded that he didn’t really know, but he guessed because there is a well-known lobster restaurant just outside Madrid named “Halifax”.

I looked it up, and it’s true. Halifax flies in live Canadian lobsters each week.  It’s even in a log cabin. Check out the picture gallery.

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