I am too lazy to sort
One thing about digital delivery of music: no liner notes. There’s nothing to read to figure out who the singer was, who wrote the song, or where they sampled the loop. Nothing. Like for this song, who’s singing? Is it the same girl from the opening tune? Or is it a whole different person? I would like to know and I am too lazy to check it out on the CD or duckduckgo it.
A day later and my ramen tasted better. I don't know if it was because it had a chance to sit overnight or if it was because it wasn't straight out hot from the stove, but it tasted better. More balance to the broth even though it still tasted of mostly of seaweed. Anyhow, I went and looked up some recipes for ramen broth and found an interesting one that was meat based. This is a most interesting concept. I don't have to stick to dashi as the main source of my broth. Perhaps, a mixture? A little bit of dashi, then a little bit of beef stock. Maybe, that is the way to the true ramen broth. I guess I'm gonna have to think about my ramen some more.http://www.mendoukusai.com/2009/06/adventures-in-cooking-tonkotsu-ramen.html
We’re almost done. I hope you’ve been enjoying the morning music break. I like that you’ve shared in my favorite album. Thanks for listening. We just have a couple of songs to good. Stay tuned. We’re just getting to the good stuff.
On my ongoing quest to eat some decent ramen, I just had to go synthesize my own ramen recipe.
As the previous post showed, I made some dashi for the soup broth. It was quick and easy. I’m not sure if it turned out alright. Perhaps I should’ve used a smaller piece of the kombu because it tasted more like the seaweed and on occasion the fish that is the bonito flakes. Overall it was stronger than I expected. What can I do to cut this down?
Next up came the poached egg. I poached the recipe from the Momofuku book. Basically, you poach the eggs in shell by stewing them in a 145 degree water bath for 45 minutes. Easy-peasy.
Usually, in the restaurants around here, they serve chicken katsu with your bowl of ramen. I wanted originally to have tofu, but I changed my mind once I went grocery shopping this afternoon. I picked up some chicken cutlets, flour, and panko. My cupboards are now filled with junk. Need to cook more. With the chicken, it’s your usual frying. First, I flatted out three pieces of chicken. I don’t have a mallet, so I mashed it down with the heel of my hand. Next the chicken went into the pan. I need to put more oil in because after the second piece went in, there was hardly any oil for the last piece which didn’t get the beautiful golden brown fried color. Once done with the chicken, I set it aside and concentrated on the soup.
I took the dashi I had made in the morning and boiled it. Before the noodles go in I added a teaspoon of light soy sauce — I’m calling this shoyu ramen. I added the noodles, cheap store bought package noodles, into the boiling broth. I let it boil for a bit, but then took it off the flame and let sit for a couple minutes.
Sounds just like I was doing package ramen!
Of course, I then put it all together. The ramen soup gets scooped into a bowl. I crack a poached egg into it. Then to finish it off, a dash of more soy sauce, some wakame seaweed, and some pepper.
How’d it turn out? Okay. I guess I need to figure out the dashi. Next I have to find some good ramen noodles.
Sunday morning finds me making dashi following this recipe. It’s nice that I don’t have to boil vegetables for hours. Just soaked the kombu and then boiled with some bonito flakes. I was done in half an hour.
I have about 4 cups cooling in the fridge ready and waiting for the ramen noodle that I will be having for dinner tonight. I will add a poached egg and maybe some wakame seaweed, plus a touch of soy sauce. We’ll see how it goes.
I find my reaction to Young Adult similar to how I felt about Bad Teacher, but without the extreme revulsion. I was puzzled by the main character. I couldn’t like her. She was a nasty person, yet I still don’t know if I liked the movie or not.
Young Adult stars Charlize Theron at her most ugliest. Her character was described as a “psycho, prom queen bitch,” which is an appropriate appellation for her. It succinctly describes her personality. She’s believes her life to be stuck in neutral — divorced, work life as an author coming to a sad end. She needs to live, and she chooses to try and relive her past by going back home to small town Minnesota and steal her old boyfriend back. He has a new baby, but that doesn’t stop her. While in town, she bumps into an old classmate played by Patton Oswalt, who was horribly scarred in a bad beating during high school. They make a pair as she finds a person who is as damaged as she is. Eventually, the week at home unravels in a big embarrassing scene. She confronts her ex, and he pities her. She runs to her friend for comfort and finds that she should embrace her bitchiness.
I’m not sure if I should be happy or not that she goes back to being big city girl. She broke the grip of nostalgia, but embraced being bad. She is a psycho prom queen bitch.
Theron makes for the perfect psycho, prom queen, bitch. She can do haughty, that look in her eyes and her ice queen beauty, equates to crazy. Oswalt is his usual alternative, hipster, cool guy, geek guy self. Patrick Wilson as the former boyfriend makes due as a slightly clueless, hickish dude, who loves his wife, but doesn’t know what he got himself into with his former flame.
The film was a Jason Reitman film from a Cody Diablo script. I couldn’t tell. It missed the glib hiptserism of their previous collaboration, Juno.
I can’t say I liked the movie, but I can say I didn’t hate it.
3 of 5 stars
I have nothing to blog about. Blogging about not having a subject to blog about seems to be blogging about a subject: no subject to blog about.
Aww, who am I kidding. This post is going nowhere. Sorry about that. Here’s a picture from a decade ago: your humble host in Iceland.
That’s the Gullfoss falls just behind me. This ain’t the US; there’s barely any barrier to keeping me from jumping in!
I came up with this game that I used to play with Margaux (Or maybe I didn’t play this game with her, but I did come up with a game). It was centered around bands, their discography, and your own knowledge of. You were to think of a band and focus on their songs. Once you focused on a band, you would say, “You know {insert band name here}. No, their other song.” That should conjure up which song you’re talking about amongst the players. Most of the time you know which song is being thought about, but other times, depending on the band, it becomes difficult.
I came up with this game because of Cold Play. “You know Cold Play. No, their other song.” I bet you now know which song I am talking about.
We turn the corner and get to the home stretch of the album, several songs that are some of Thievery Corporations best. It starts with the title track, The Richest Man in Babylon. Once here, the album moves to its great conclusion. Stick around, it’ll only get better.
I don't think of myself as a reader of Science Fiction. I consider myself a reader of stories first and foremost. If the book happens to be Science Fiction, then I am reading Science Fiction. I read Science Fiction. I read Science Fiction. You should, too. Get thee to the Science Fiction Encyclopedia and pick out something; an author, a book, a theme, something to read and read it.http://sf-encyclopedia.com/
