December 29, 2010
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As I’m punching out this post, I’m reminded and wrecked with guilt over the remaining 18 days of my Europe trip that happened about half a year ago that I have yet to write about. That will probably be done next year around this time if all goes well. And that’s me being optimistic.
Anyway, Frankfurt’s pork knuckles can wait (ETA 6 months from now). Brotzeit’s can’t.
It was with a fair bit of hesitation that I led the family into Brotzeit (pronounced broht-zye-eet), but I reasoned that since our last meal of wursts or brots or German-anything has been a good while ago, they wouldn’t turn green at the sight of potatoes anymore. And so they didn’t. But our Europe-seasoned habit of ordering three dishes for four to share remained even though I was ready to conquer the Schweinshaxe (Pork knuckle) all on my own when it eventually descended onto our table.
Pork Knuckle ($36)
This was one burnished crown of blisteringly, crackly, hunk-o-barbaric-looking, MEAT.
Just Meat in all its glory. Look at that. No, really, look at that. What higher power orchestrated such a perfect union of unctuous, smokey meat and golden, crisp skin? Read more of this post
December 17, 2010
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Dark Chocolate & Banana Tart
I take my tarts very seriously. It ain’t a tart if the crust ain’t the least bit crunchy. What is that anyway?!
My memories and impressions of tarts date all the way back to when I was a little tyke, throwing tantrums when I didn’t get my strawberry and custard tart from Delifrance (that and a ham and cheese quiche – which I also take very seriously, but that’s another story for another day). There was something in that tart crust, a particular taste, besides being crunchy and hard. I still don’t know what that is, but I’ll find out eventually. The flaky, buttery, melt-in-your-mouth sorts are good too, oh definitely, but it’s one that has crunch that really leaves a deep impression on me.
And yes, I’ve found the answer to that. Read more of this post
December 6, 2010
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Mango Salad ($6.00)
Take me back a year or two ago and at the mention of ‘Thai food’, I’d just think ‘Thai Express’, ‘spicy’ and…well, ‘SPICY”.
Fortunately for me, time has done away with my sorry ignorance of cuisines and I now associate Thai food with Golden Mile Complex. Of course I’ve heard plenty of people making offhanded comments about how overrated and overhyped it is, that there are many more authentic Thai places scattered all over the island, and that I shouldn’t just keep going back to Golden Mile Complex because it’s boring! Well, its novelty for me hasn’t worn off yet.
But that’s probably also because I’m a masochist.
I can’t explain it, but there’s something extremely gratifying about sniveling and spilling copious amounts of tears and mucous, clawing at my dining partners in pain for help (who also begin clawing at me as their tongues go numb and are reduced to a blabbering mess) as I consume awesome, spicy, Thai food, like a Mango Salad.
And then having it practically tear through my system and blaze out of my behind the next day.
I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Read more of this post
December 3, 2010
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I do plenty of silly things now and then, and lately, I’ve run out of excuses for the mindless things I’ve done. It’s like there’s some missing link between my thought processes that my brain just skips without realising.
I have no excuse for dining at an egg-inspired all-breakfast place and not ordering anything to do with eggs.
Really. Don’t bother waiting for my explanation because I have none.
I wasn’t thinking. (Haven’t been doing that for a while, and…wait, is that considered an excuse? Shrugs.)
So I returned to Hatched to redeem myself. Read more of this post