Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Noel
So I know the holidays are suppose to be a time to stuff your face silly but the French take the cake for this (pun intended). Here is what I consumed in the order in which I consumed them:
[Apero - Sorry no picture I was too busy eating but imagine snacks available for the duration of a superbowl. Include overtime.]
[Raw Oysters - I consumed 1/3 of this since 3/10 of people there ate this dish]
[Foie gras with kiwi and banana jam. Heavenly but heavy]
[Turkey]
[Sides]
[Salad]
[Assorted cheeses]
[Rasberry Tarimisu with Macaroons]
[Christmas Log - I actually ate this the next day because everyone veto-ed the 2 other desserts after the tarimisu - there was another cake as well that I never saw thank god]
Add to all this white wine, red wine, rose wine, fruit rum champagne cocktail, and regular champagne and you have the totality of it all.
When I commented this was a bit ridiculous I was told that it was nothing compared to last year's "traditional" french xmas dinner involving 13 small desserts. No that's not a typo. Thirteen.
On the plus side I'm pretty sure this meal put more junk in my trunk. Nice.
Add to all this white wine, red wine, rose wine, fruit rum champagne cocktail, and regular champagne and you have the totality of it all.
When I commented this was a bit ridiculous I was told that it was nothing compared to last year's "traditional" french xmas dinner involving 13 small desserts. No that's not a typo. Thirteen.
On the plus side I'm pretty sure this meal put more junk in my trunk. Nice.
Monday, December 28, 2009
most unorginal movie, ever
So could somebody tell me when did James Cameron start take director tips from Mr. Burns?
I saw Avatar and it's a film made up of snips of other films (mainly this, this and this).
Not to mention the main characters were obviously ripped off.
It's even got Sigourney Weaver in it only last time I saw the movie she was either picking nits or was the one wearing this.
I haven't been this upset since I watched the end of The Mummy Returns and realized they stole the ending from Duck Tales (cntrl f: "ducktales").
I saw Avatar and it's a film made up of snips of other films (mainly this, this and this).
Not to mention the main characters were obviously ripped off.
It's even got Sigourney Weaver in it only last time I saw the movie she was either picking nits or was the one wearing this.
I haven't been this upset since I watched the end of The Mummy Returns and realized they stole the ending from Duck Tales (cntrl f: "ducktales").
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
noel a paris
Friday, December 11, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
my soul mate
So I am a cold person. And no I do not mean I'm cold emotionally (in this case at least). I mean I get cold very very easily and I usually still shiver underneath a heavy coat on a cold winter's day.
Then about 2 years ago I happened upon a coat that changed all this. Unfortunately the very same coat elicited the initial reaction of "I bet it's really comfortable!" from people which is like the apparel equivalent of people saying of a single guy people want to set you up with as "he's really nice!". Doesn't speak much of the aesthetic appeal.
I remember when I bought this coat as well. I happened upon it at Banana Republic on the sale rack and noticed it had been marked down from 300 dollars to 40.
So what if it was a size medium and I was a was a size extra small? Who cared that it was a long puffy giant black coat that even fashion victims like myself know shouldn't be warn baggy?
As I eagerly tried it on, I felt like I had found a diamond in the rough. Unfortunately when I turned to gage the reaction of friend he looked at me like I resembled a giant piece of coal.
I bought it anyways (the Asian in me couldn't let the good deal go by). When I finally wore it to work a friend confided in me that I looked like I was wearing a sleeping bag.
She was right, but at this point I didn't care. For the first time in my life I could step outside in 5 degree wind chill factor and still feel toasty. It covered almost all of me had a giant hood which made it possible for me to walk long distances in the rain without an umbrella. Looking like the grim reaper late for an appointment when I did was just a bonus.
You know that feeling you have in a cold winter's day when you're under your thick comforter and you don't know why you have to get up from under that warm cozy goodness? Wearing the coat was like wearing a giant comforter. But with arms.
Alas after two years my shield against the elements started to literally break apart. Battered and warn I packed it away when I moved to Paris.
Recently during my walks from the metro to the office, I started to feel the cold crisp air of winter through my wool winter coat and started to think about my sleeping bag coat and considered the possibility of investing the money into get it repaired and dry cleaned. Then this past weekend I was browsing one of my favorite second hand stores in Paris when I saw it.
Almost the exact twin of my sleeping bag coat except it was from the Gap and had a duller fabric than the shiney synthetic of it's sister store BR. Otherwise it was the same. From the zipper to the buttons, same style, same color. Size medium. 30 euros.
Call me crazy but it's like my coat had died and reincarnated itself to find me again in that second hand store just when I started to really miss it. Second hand store, second chances. The message was clear.
It's a happy ending.
Then about 2 years ago I happened upon a coat that changed all this. Unfortunately the very same coat elicited the initial reaction of "I bet it's really comfortable!" from people which is like the apparel equivalent of people saying of a single guy people want to set you up with as "he's really nice!". Doesn't speak much of the aesthetic appeal.
I remember when I bought this coat as well. I happened upon it at Banana Republic on the sale rack and noticed it had been marked down from 300 dollars to 40.
So what if it was a size medium and I was a was a size extra small? Who cared that it was a long puffy giant black coat that even fashion victims like myself know shouldn't be warn baggy?
As I eagerly tried it on, I felt like I had found a diamond in the rough. Unfortunately when I turned to gage the reaction of friend he looked at me like I resembled a giant piece of coal.
I bought it anyways (the Asian in me couldn't let the good deal go by). When I finally wore it to work a friend confided in me that I looked like I was wearing a sleeping bag.
She was right, but at this point I didn't care. For the first time in my life I could step outside in 5 degree wind chill factor and still feel toasty. It covered almost all of me had a giant hood which made it possible for me to walk long distances in the rain without an umbrella. Looking like the grim reaper late for an appointment when I did was just a bonus.
You know that feeling you have in a cold winter's day when you're under your thick comforter and you don't know why you have to get up from under that warm cozy goodness? Wearing the coat was like wearing a giant comforter. But with arms.
Alas after two years my shield against the elements started to literally break apart. Battered and warn I packed it away when I moved to Paris.
Recently during my walks from the metro to the office, I started to feel the cold crisp air of winter through my wool winter coat and started to think about my sleeping bag coat and considered the possibility of investing the money into get it repaired and dry cleaned. Then this past weekend I was browsing one of my favorite second hand stores in Paris when I saw it.
Almost the exact twin of my sleeping bag coat except it was from the Gap and had a duller fabric than the shiney synthetic of it's sister store BR. Otherwise it was the same. From the zipper to the buttons, same style, same color. Size medium. 30 euros.
Call me crazy but it's like my coat had died and reincarnated itself to find me again in that second hand store just when I started to really miss it. Second hand store, second chances. The message was clear.
It's a happy ending.
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