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oyceterWatched Talk to Her today. I'm not quite sure what I think about it yet. I thought it was a lovely movie, especially the music and the dance sequences, and I especially liked the character Marco. Benigno is much more borderline... The movie treads a very delicate balance on an act that is all at once horrifying and yet touching at the same time, and I think lots of the mood reflects that. None of this makes any sense at all...
I also had the leftover risotto from yesterday's Italian dinner and am now in a lovely state of food appreciation. I also read an article in Time on healthier snack foods made from organic ingredients and all. And it sounds silly, but I definitely believe that food made from organic ingredients would taste better. How in the world is that fake cheese powder stuff ever supposed to be better than real cheddar? I adore food (probably a good explanation for why my jeans don't fit so well now, heh). I love fresh fruits and veggies, vinaigrettes, cheeses, the wonderful melty feeling of steak that has been cooked just right, the flakiness of fish, the interesting saltiness of clams and crabs and especially the taste of lobster and shrimp. I do think things taste better fresh, although I also have a great appreciation of cold pizza. Mmmm.
I want to be rich someday so I can buy all my Buffy and Angel DVDs and eat at fancy restaurants all the time. That, or hopefully I will have some strange cooking talent unearthed in me. Even though I have no job prospects, somehow, the second seems much more implausible. I do wish I could cook though.. I hope I can somehow learn instinctively what tastes go with what, how to just toss together a refrigerator full of raw material to get something absolutely mouth-watering. And not just fancy food, but also things like buffalo wings (mmmmmmmmm), good pizza, Chinese street food. I love street food in general -- had this wonderful snack of deep fried yam pieces dipped in salt and pepper back during winter vacation in Taiwan. And pearl milk tea. And in Japan, where I had crepes with pizza sauce, cream cheese and tuna. It sounds really disgusting, I know, but they're very yummy.
I miss having fresh fruit all the time, like we do at home. I miss Fuji apples that are large and tangily sweet, guavas, these wax apples (I think that's what they're called... lien wu in Chinese), Chinese pears, mango, tangerines. I don't really like the Macintoshes (too mealy and sweet), cantaloupe, honeydew or normal Sunkist oranges that seem to be everywhere here. I miss my subtropical island fruit. I also miss my mom's stir-fried veggies, which taste much much better than the boiled and drowned in butter limp veggies that Charter serves. The boy says most Americans eat veggies like that. I like them stir-fried. And I like spinach. Raw and creamed. Mmmm, creamed spinach. I had the best salad ever yesterday -- butter lettuce (doesn't that just sound good?) with fresh mozzarella, blueberry vinaigrette and this wonderfully cooked, slightly crispy duck, with toasted almonds. I love duck. And fresh shrimp. Not scampi, but shrimp, boiled with a little salt, with the head still on. Yum.
I also love Japanese food, raw fish and eel. I miss Japanese cooking shows too, where they go around the country looking at choice ingredients and discussing just how to cook the perfect bowl of ramen or something. Yum. I think if I had cable, I would watch a great deal of the Food Network (Iron Chef!!). And I love French and Italian (not so much Olive Garden... really want to go to Italy someday and eat there) and even British (shepherd pie, yum). And Korean. And Thai and Vietnamese. And I've discovered I'm also quite fond of Mexican and Indian as well. There's just something about eating that I feel goes beyond cultures and acquired tastes even. Of course, I probably say this only because there is very little I don't eat, according to my friends here, although in Taiwan, I'm kind of a wimpy eater (will not touch most inner organs. Or chicken feet).
Oh dear. Am now hungry again, and I just had the risotto (lump crabmeat, artichoke heart and tomato), watermelon and a nice selection of cheese.
I also had the leftover risotto from yesterday's Italian dinner and am now in a lovely state of food appreciation. I also read an article in Time on healthier snack foods made from organic ingredients and all. And it sounds silly, but I definitely believe that food made from organic ingredients would taste better. How in the world is that fake cheese powder stuff ever supposed to be better than real cheddar? I adore food (probably a good explanation for why my jeans don't fit so well now, heh). I love fresh fruits and veggies, vinaigrettes, cheeses, the wonderful melty feeling of steak that has been cooked just right, the flakiness of fish, the interesting saltiness of clams and crabs and especially the taste of lobster and shrimp. I do think things taste better fresh, although I also have a great appreciation of cold pizza. Mmmm.
I want to be rich someday so I can buy all my Buffy and Angel DVDs and eat at fancy restaurants all the time. That, or hopefully I will have some strange cooking talent unearthed in me. Even though I have no job prospects, somehow, the second seems much more implausible. I do wish I could cook though.. I hope I can somehow learn instinctively what tastes go with what, how to just toss together a refrigerator full of raw material to get something absolutely mouth-watering. And not just fancy food, but also things like buffalo wings (mmmmmmmmm), good pizza, Chinese street food. I love street food in general -- had this wonderful snack of deep fried yam pieces dipped in salt and pepper back during winter vacation in Taiwan. And pearl milk tea. And in Japan, where I had crepes with pizza sauce, cream cheese and tuna. It sounds really disgusting, I know, but they're very yummy.
I miss having fresh fruit all the time, like we do at home. I miss Fuji apples that are large and tangily sweet, guavas, these wax apples (I think that's what they're called... lien wu in Chinese), Chinese pears, mango, tangerines. I don't really like the Macintoshes (too mealy and sweet), cantaloupe, honeydew or normal Sunkist oranges that seem to be everywhere here. I miss my subtropical island fruit. I also miss my mom's stir-fried veggies, which taste much much better than the boiled and drowned in butter limp veggies that Charter serves. The boy says most Americans eat veggies like that. I like them stir-fried. And I like spinach. Raw and creamed. Mmmm, creamed spinach. I had the best salad ever yesterday -- butter lettuce (doesn't that just sound good?) with fresh mozzarella, blueberry vinaigrette and this wonderfully cooked, slightly crispy duck, with toasted almonds. I love duck. And fresh shrimp. Not scampi, but shrimp, boiled with a little salt, with the head still on. Yum.
I also love Japanese food, raw fish and eel. I miss Japanese cooking shows too, where they go around the country looking at choice ingredients and discussing just how to cook the perfect bowl of ramen or something. Yum. I think if I had cable, I would watch a great deal of the Food Network (Iron Chef!!). And I love French and Italian (not so much Olive Garden... really want to go to Italy someday and eat there) and even British (shepherd pie, yum). And Korean. And Thai and Vietnamese. And I've discovered I'm also quite fond of Mexican and Indian as well. There's just something about eating that I feel goes beyond cultures and acquired tastes even. Of course, I probably say this only because there is very little I don't eat, according to my friends here, although in Taiwan, I'm kind of a wimpy eater (will not touch most inner organs. Or chicken feet).
Oh dear. Am now hungry again, and I just had the risotto (lump crabmeat, artichoke heart and tomato), watermelon and a nice selection of cheese.
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Wed, May. 7th, 2003 06:24 am (UTC)