This video, entitled A banana scaring the crap out of people, is aptly named. Good stuff.
A mapple of the world. Because sometimes I’m a sucker for tabloid captions.
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My grandmother told me that you should never play with your food. She wouldn’t be too happy with Pierre Javelle and Akiko Ida then, who have placed little people in all types of gastronomical surroundings. More photos here. Actually she couldn’t stand cameras, so this duo would be up there with the Black and Tans.
I once gave up soda pop (soda, cola, coke, fizzy drinks not named Perrier) for four years and I felt fantastic. The theory was that they were my daily vice and if I gave them up then I’d be able to run farther and faster and worry about my teeth less. And the theory worked but I fell off the wagon and have been guzzling down the slimy, sugary stuff of late. Then I stumbled upon Sugar Stacks and am finding myself re-inspired to quit sodas…but not beer (I’m not masochistic, after all). Take a look around Sugar Stacks - interesting nutritional information.
As part of my ongoing process to turn Japanese, which includes growing smaller - kidding - I cooked up a Japanese curry (pictured above) yesterday evening while William was meeting potential Out of Sight investors on the Mediterranean. Sabine, one of the finest jam makers in all of Islington, sampled some. Her one word deliberation; “Great.”
I’m available to give talks on what goes into making a Japanese Japanese curry. Contact my publishers.
So, I was thinking about it the other day. What probably separates us from the rest of the animal world is tough to figure out. I mean, researchers used to think it was our enjoyment of sex, our ability to speak, a sense of humour, and art but all of these traits have since been found within other species. Well, on Monday (May 25th) humankind showed what makes it so bloody great to be human - the Gloucestershire Cheese Rolling festival.
Supposedly this is a Hungarian sausage commercial circa the 1980s. But in my opinion, how can there be such genius advertising way back when? This is the good stuff. Each discipline has an era that is considered a low-point. Many think architecture in the 60s and 70s was awful but nowadays those buildings are some of the most distinctive to look at. Apparently, the 80s was a similar era for advertising in Hungary. [via Why, That’s Delightful!]
Note where Japan and Korea are and then look at the position of the US.
Catherine Rampell over at the NYT Economix blog, created this graph of the average time spent eating in various countries, measured against the country’s obesity rate. She noticed originally that the French seemed to have a low obesity rate, despite the fact that they spent a lot of time eating. I’ve always been a horrendously slow eater, but I actually think, for whatever reason, it’s been good for my health. Something about eating slow limits the amount of food you eat, and makes you savor what you do eat.
This was dinner one night this month for me and the Tomomster. Admittedly she ate more than me, but Japanese are like that. I wonder why we don’t eat more raw fish? Now I know why you’ll never see goldfish bowels in Japanese houses.
Oooooh. I don’t know what to say. Carl’s Jr is nasty but Padma Lakshmi is delicious. If you’re not familiar with her, she’s a cook and an actress but more famous for being Salman Rushdie’s ex-wife. Anyway, I am blabbing. Just watch the video.
This is the full-length video on the making of Burger King’s latest ad campaign: a taste test between the Whopper and the BIg Mac with people who have never eaten a hamburger before. The nearly 8-minute long video also goes into the methodology behind finding these people and conducting the taste test. Sure there are some elements of cultural imperialism in bringing a mini-broiler into the remote places, but at the same time there’s something genuinely warm about this video (I hope it’s not just the good production and nice music that entrances me). Maybe hamburgers can bring peace to the world, solve the Middle East, kick ass against the economic crisis, and with right tights and cape the hamburger could even become a worthy sidekick to Obama.
Pineapple supreme, what Tomomi ate on Saturday.
Aw, yes, French bread. Such a proud tradition, and I have to admit the stuff is good. I was taken back when I recently learned some of the bakeries emit a perfume of fresh bread to lure customers in. Still, you gotta love good crust when you can get it. This lady was proud to show her best for me.
Fashion food
The cool kids in LA are eating some crazy fusion food. ‘Fusion’ is the enfant terrible of labelling words. I mean if you mixed milk and cereal, would you call it a fusion? No. You’d call it breakfast. Anyway back to LA where the hipsters are munching on Korean tacos filled with kimchi. I’ll let the IHT take over here:
After obsessively checking the Twitter postings of the Korean taco maker to see where the truck will park next, they begin lining up - throngs of college students, club habitués, couples on dates and guys having conversations about spec scripts.
And they wait, sometimes beyond an hour, all for the pleasure of spicy bites of pork, chicken or tofu soaked in red chili flake vinaigrette, short ribs doused in sesame-chili salsa roja or perhaps a blood sausage sautéed with kimchi, all of it wrapped in a soft taco shell.
One man overheard on his cellphone as he waited in line on a recent night said it best: “It’s like this Korean Mexican fusion thing of crazy deliciousness.”
Kimchi, pickled cabbage really, takes a bit of getting used to. However, I recommend sticking with it. One of my favourite foods in Japan was a kimchi pizza. Oishii!
