Hahaha, it was hilarious seeing you guys try to guess which was the lie to the little “Seek the Lie” game on my last post. Though, a few of you made a boo-boo and guessed the truth instead. Okay, I’ll put an end to your torture and reveal the answer:
So here was my 6 truths and 1 lie (Not 6 lies and 1 truth!):
- I did Chinese dance when I was in the first and second grade in Singapore. Once, I had to dress up as a duck, complete with bright yellow feathers around my buttocks.
I even have pictures to prove it. I had a duck beak for a hat, and I wore this bright yellow leotard, and my “dance” moves were basically waddling after a mother duck, who wore a brown leotard. Until now, I have no idea what possessed me to agree to do such a humiliating act.
- I can’t stand chocolate-flavored anything like chocolate ice-cream, brownies, chocolate muffins, etc.
I even gave the answer away later in the post when I mentioned I don’t like chocolate in my food! I like plain chocolate by itself…but for some reason, detest it combined with anything else. I especially have a strong dislike for chocolate chip cookies. When I first came to America, I forced myself to eat them to live out the cookies-and-milk dream I had. I managed to choke them down by dipping them in lots and lots of ketchup.
- I once almost drowned trying to do gymnastics in the baby pool. I did a head-stand, and got stuck with my head immersed in the water and my legs flailing in the air.
This was the second time I almost drowned. The first when I was pretending to be a pirate looking for sunken treasure. My imagination will one day kill me.
- I have a strange habit of gauging the price of anything with the number of Supersize McDonald’s french fries. For example, this sweater is worth 15 Supersize McD’s french fries!
By the way, I spent 40 Supersize McD’s french fries worth of groceries today at Costco. Boo hoo. T___T;;
- I did beam gymnastics in Singapore. I am uncannily flexible, and I totally rocked at the beam.
Congrats to all who guessed #5 as the lie! Beam? Are you kidding me? I’m the clumsiest person on earth, and I have the scars to prove it. I did trampoline gymnastics instead, and I was horrible, because I just did not know how to tighten my muscles. Also, I was a total slacker and only did gymnastics because I had a crush on one of the gymnasts.
- There was a time when I was obsessed with bagels. I ate 6 bagels for dinner every single day. Guess which kind? Cheese, of course.
What is so impossible to believe about eating 6 bagels? Believe it. They were good bagels too: Noah’s bagels from Costco. Remember: never, ever, ever underestimate a petite Asian female’s ability to eat.
- I’m a deadly deep-sleeper. I need 2 alarm clocks to wake me up, and even so I still sleep through them frequently. I once fell off the double bunk bed but still did not wake up. Maybe I fainted in my sleep?
When I’m asleep, I’m basically a corpse. Why do you think I miss so many morning classes? Because I sleep through my 2 alarm clocks. I can sleep standing up, too. I once fell asleep while walking. I almost fell off the rail.
That was so fun, I might do something like this in the near future again. Wheee! Thanks for playing, guys!
Oh, and before I forget, here’s a shot of what I had for Fried Food Thursday:
I was gonna get fries from my school dining hall, but they happened to have an Asian theme going on…and I haven’t had bastardized Chinese food for a long time, so I thought, why not?
It’s deep-fried tofu doused in a sweet-and-sour sauce, by the way. It was okay. Not to sound arrogant, but I’ll bet I can make a meaner, leaner version of this myself. But that’s for another time.
Today, it’s not about recipes, it’s just about going out and enjoying other people’s recipes. I’ve had a lot of you ask me where I get my inspiration for recipes. Well, my inspiration is, simply, from eating other people’s food. That’s the joy of going out to eat. You get to try something you’ve never eaten before, something that introduces you to new products, ingredients, techniques, and cultures.
And no matter how cool and wacky my recipes are…how can I compete with traditional recipes that have been passed down from family to family since 1923? I can’t. So, I just sit and eat my humble pie. Or in this case, my humble enchiladas.
Awhile ago, my church friends and I hit by a famous Mexican restaurant in downtown Los Angeles called El Cholo. El Cholo is a place rich with history, and prides itself of its authentic and traditional family recipes. But what impressed me most was the warm, hospitable vibe it exuded:
The decor is Spanish-influenced, and the interior architecture is reminiscent of an earlier century. Kind of the place you want to be in on a chilly wintry night, sharing a mug of beer with strangers by the fire. The walls were also decorated with phots of early Los Angeles history and celebrities.
The only thing that perturbed me was the dim lighting. I guess they would rather call it “warm, intimate, soft lighting”…but what the hell. I want to be intimate with my food, too…and how can I be when I can’t even see it?
But the fish tank was cool, I’ll give them that! Random, but totally wicked cool!
Even the bathroom was oldie-style:
Sorry, couldn’t resist. It was a huge group of us ladies. Church ladies who lunch! Tee hee.
The menu choices were rather limited, but that’s a good thing I suppose since the first clue to an unauthentic restaurant is a menu the size of…say, Cheesecake Factory.
I had trouble deciding what I wanted…so I asked the waiter for help, and he promptly pointed to the most expensive item on the menu. I, like a fool, took his advice and ordered that. I got the Crabmeat Enchilada:
Corn Tortillas wrapped around succulent crabmeat with Jalapeno-Cilantro Pesto Sauce, Sour Cream, Fresh Avocado, Black Beans and Rice.
Here’s a secret: I did not take the picture at my table. After my waiter served me this dish, I took it and ran to a particular spot in the restaurant that had a teeny bit of natural light peeking in. That, my friend, is true dedication of an obsessed food blogger.
Bad lighting aside, this dish…was fabulous. Holy crab! I’ve never had better enchiladas in my life! The crabmeat was utterly succulent, with that savory sweetness of good crabmeat.
But the sauce…that Jalapeno-cilantro pesto sauce was definitely the star! It was rich and creamy, without being overly cloying or heavy. Perfecto!
And the cheese! This was definitely a whole bucket of cheese! These people know the way to my heart!
Most of my friends seemed to be watching their weight, and ordered the lighter Annie’s Early California Enchiladas:
Corn Tortilla stufed with Garden Fresh Vegetables, Spinach, Sauteed Mushrooms, and Jack Cheese, Corn and Tomato Salsa.
And none of them could finish this.
What? I don’t understand, I’m so confused. Because I sure had no trouble polishing off mine:
(I ate up that little portion of rice afterwards, just in case you were wondering)
You know, this reminds me…there was once an online forum with a topic asking what cuisine you dislike. I said I don’t really like Mexican food, because it’s a bit too greasy and messy…and frankly, ugly. A guy (I think he was Mexican) responded immediately, “Like your face!”
Wow. People get so sensitive about food. But I guess food is a lot more than taste. It’s got a sort of pride, a culture, a tradition, a story behind it. We all have our food memories and backgrounds and stories. There are certain food we grew up eating which stirs up nostalgia, or a flood of emotions. Food is an integral component in our lives, both physically and emotionally. I guess my “You Are What You Cook” Challenge touches on that, too.
Okay, reminder: Entries for the challenge is due…today! And so is the BSI entries. I will most likely post the winner on Tuesday, but next week’s BSI host will be announced before then so that there is plenty of time to submit your entries to the next BSI. I’m sorry this week’s BSI was posted so late; I was only notified on Tuesday late afternoon myself. But thanks to all who submitted previous posts!
Question of the day: What is one food (or several) that instigates memories, traditions, emotions, etc. for you? And what is the most you’ve ever eaten in one seating?