Curry and flatbread

Curry and flatbread

Every so often, you meet someone and you get to talking and inadvertently the topic heads in the direction of food. Isn’t that what usually happens? So much revolves around food these days that it’s hard to avoid exchanging notes about what’s good where.

While I’m not one to jump at food recommendations, no matter how good they may sound, there are times when we’re at loose ends and feeling a little plucky. That was the weekend we found ourselves at an Indian restaurant recommended by said someone.

Chicken curry was an obvious choice for us. The portion was somewhat smaller than expected. Still this was a curry bursting with all the traditional herbs and spices that make Indian curry so special. And the long-grained rice with distinct grains was very good.

We loved it. Our only mistake was forgetting to tell them we wanted our curry to be killer spicy. To our seasoned palettes, this curry was heat level zero although we did spy another diner drowning himself in water from eating this same dish.


We ordered the highly recommended flatbread. It was crispy and tasted like flatbread but it didn’t jump out at us. The yogurt looked intimidating to me somehow, maybe because it’s second nature for me to dunk any sort of flatbread into curry. So dipping it in yogurt was a bit scary at first. It wasn’t bad but I still prefer the curry combination.


And that was it. We left the place still hungry, of course. This always happens when we’re trying out a new restaurant. We like to play it safe in case the food doesn’t measure up to our expectations. After this meal, we went grocery shopping where there was ample opportunity to fill our tummies with food samples (more about this coming to a post near you).

A new word, aproncation

A new word, aproncation

It’s snowing heavily in the mountains after years of drought so folks are rushing up there in droves. As for us, we planned to take a slow, leisurely road trip to the beach. But it’s been raining (on and off from that – brrr – Arctic blast back in December) and with more rain in the forecast, we figured we’re better off having a staycation instead.

Recent months have been hectic so it’s nice getting to linger in bed longer and taking my time over my coffee when the mornings are still cold and dark. Kinda like taking our polar bear challenge up one notch but without having to drag myself out of bed so early.

A staycation is great if you believe in staying home and doing nothing and hope you don’t bore yourself silly. In the city, if you’re feeling bored, you can always find entertainment at the mall by having someone ram their shopping cart into your butt, or stand over your shoulder as you desperately dig for that one last coin at the checkout line.

But in the absence of such entertainment, I started rummaging around the kitchen in search of something to do. As luck would have it, I found half a bag of cranberries left over from the cranberry sauce I made for Christmas. A light bulb comes up – wokay, let’s make another pie!

Fueled by my recent apple crumble pie success, I couldn’t wait to get started on a cranberry crumble pie this time. Since cranberries are tart and don’t have much of a texture, I decided to put a couple of Golden Delicious apples to work. And the result was this out-of-this-world Apple Cranberry Crumble Pie, the craggy cranberry filling punctuated by the crunch of diced apples.


Guess what else I found in the freezer? Yup, a bowl of leftover turkey stock and two bags of turkey bones from Thanksgiving and Christmas. I threw everything together and made a huge big pot of Turkey Noodle Soup – pure genius! It was so unbelievably good we’ll have to be content craning our necks out for a repeat performance next Christmas!


And while we’re at it, why not whip up one huge batch of pumpkin pancakes? Put me in the kitchen and I’m like a heron flying over a fish pond. The possibilities are endless. It makes me shake my head to think of my clueless college days, ‘stranded’ half a planet away from home scratching my head before every meal.

And that was our little aproncation, a new word I just invented, inspired by our bonding exercise over cooking and baking projects. Aproncation! Hmm, what a great word! I like it!


How I like my apple pie

How I like my apple pie

Pie has been a topic of much debate since Thanksgiving when Costco was selling their scrumptious pumpkin pie like hot cakes. Everyone had at least one pumpkin pie in their shopping cart. Some folks had ten?!! Or more?!

We sampled the pie and it was delicious. One lady said it’s the best tasting pie next to homemade. But looking at the size of that pie, it would take us till next Thanksgiving (at least!) to finish eating.

We decided to bake our own pie instead. Pies are easy-peasy to make. Fine, homemade may not be as pretty as commercial. But looks aren’t everything. If an ugly pie is healthier and tastes just as good, I say – go for it!applecrumpie

Two Granny Smiths and 3 Golden Delicious later, we had an apple crumble pie coming out of the oven that we couldn’t wait to sink our teeth into. This is my first time making a crumble pie and it turned out to be every bit as delicious as we had hoped.


The nice thing about homemade pie is that you can cram it to the max with filling and tailor it any way you like. Smooth and gooey with apple chunks that I can bite into, that’s how I like my apple filling and that’s exactly how I cooked mine.

The filling turned out at the perfect sweetness level too. Surprisingly the Granny Smiths weren’t as tart as I thought. I didn’t even add much sugar but instead got to enjoy the full-blown natural sweetness of 5 apples! Joy!

Merry Christmas 2015!

Merry Christmas 2015!

Hello, it’s Christmas Eve! Here I am, hammering out a post while my rosemary turkey is roasting merrily in the oven. I’m hungry just taking deep breaths of that amazing aroma wafting from my kitchen. On a cold, wet winter’s day, having the oven on for 3 hours straight sure warms up the house wonderfully.

We bought our turkey early this time (and we got some shrimp cocktail and artichoke dip too). Not wanting to be late trying to snag that perfect sized turkey, we went last Friday on the weekend well ahead of the last shopping weekend before Christmas.


But you know what? We shouldn’t have worried our pretty little heads. Folks are done with turkey for Thanksgiving and they’re on to prime ribs for Christmas. There was no one to fight us for that perfect sized turkey except for one man who was hovering around the turkey section for like 3 minutes and then promptly disappeared, likely to the prime rib section.

This afternoon, we had a light lunch in anticipation of our gonna-be-big dinner tonight. We polished off all the leftovers we had in the fridge to make space for the turkey dinner leftovers from our dinner later. Over lunch, we realized we didn’t have a single slice of bread in the house for our traditional turkey sandwiches tomorrow. Omg, the stores will be closing early, it’s Christmas Eve!

Hence the quick dash to the grocery store to grab 2 loaves of bread. Only a quick dash isn’t quite that when you have to pile on 3 layers of clothing and wriggle into those boots before you can head out the door. Boots are funny. While they’re not exactly flip-flops, they sure can make you do flip-flops trying to put them on.

In other news, I made cranberry sauce yesterday. In that respect, we’ve definitely moved on up!


Yup, we’ve gone from eating those gawdawful canned cranberry rolls years ago when we didn’t know any better to the cranberry sauce they sell in jars which though pretty good, are still mass produced. To us, nothing beats homemade. So Mom cooks her own cranberry sauce and it turned out to be spoon-lickin’ good, if I do say so myself. The smell, the texture (you can see the seeds and withered cranberry skin), the taste – oh man, truly out of this world!!

Oh, and one night last week, we snuck out in the freezing cold to Christmas Tree Lane where a row of homeowners have fixed up their homes with creative Christmas light displays. The slow drive from one end of the road to the other took us one whole hour. It was raining and we were in a moving vehicle and I was shooting a video and taking pictures at the same time on my cellphone. And we were too busy oohing and aahing at each display more dazzling than the last. Hence this blurry picture.


Speaking of which, here’s wishing everyone a Very Dazzling Christmas and Happy Holidays from our home to yours!

Lunch at BJ’s

Lunch at BJ's

Twas a cold but sunny mid-morning that we had lunch at BJ’s. We thought we were early but apparently the world got there before us. I don’t like waiting but for good food, I guess it’s worth a 15 minute wait… which as you can see was well spent taking pictures of the gorgeous architecture.


A simple glass of water that costs nothing yet tastes so good, and always brings a smile to my face.


Bonus, our server even asked if we wanted lemon with it. What a nice gesture! Water is a basic human right and it’s free, as it should be, so it makes me wonder why in some parts of the world, water is not an option, and you have to pay for it.

Side story: I remember we used to patronize a certain expensive (to me) Thai restaurant that wouldn’t even offer us a drink of water when clearly we were all sniffing from the exceptionally spicy dishes. Their drinks are a ripoff so I never order any. Instead, each time after a meal there, we would rush over to the nearby McD’s and drown ourselves in soda! For the record, we’ve long since stopped eating there…for obvious reasons.

On with our lunch. For starters, we had Crispy Calamari and New England Clam Chowder. Goodness knows when we last ate squid so this was nice but it could’ve been crispier. The chowder was to die for, what can I say? I’ve never met a chowder I didn’t like. It helps too that they’ve drastically reduced the sodium level. Love it when restaurants take the trouble to improve their fare.


Next, we had the Shrimp and Asparagus Penne, and our favorite Parmesan Crusted Chicken which we order every time we go to BJ’s. I loved the chicken, of course! The penne, not so much. Not that it wasn’t good, more like penne is probably my least favorite pasta.


And for dessert, we had this sinful Salted Caramel Pizookie which, by the way, is a dish-sized cookie topped with a double scoop of ice cream sprinkled with chocolate chips. You know me. I didn’t order this! It came free and with such a cute name, it was all the sweeter!


Did we chicken out?

Did we chicken out?

Well, in case you’re wondering if we ended up roasting a turkey this Thanksgiving, the answer is yes.


As usual, we had the whole works – a turkey roasted to perfection with salad (which ended up being just romaine because there was just too much food), mashed potato, stuffing and cranberry sauce. Omg!

We did find a smaller turkey, a 12+ pounder. It wasn’t too hard. But after our first taste of th is gorgeousness, we wish we’d bought a bigger turkey 😆 . No regrets though. Happiness is eating turkey leftovers throughout the 4-day weekend!

Monday morning ramblings

I’m in a rambling mood today, sorta so just ignore me while I ramble away…

So here’s the story about last weekend at the grocery store. A staff was loading up the shelves. He had boxes and a cart along one side of the aisle. I was walking past to get to the other end of the aisle when two bottles of sauce (looked like mayo) fell off his cart, crashed onto the floor and some of it splattered onto my clothes, face and hair. I got a new look instantly. A mayo makeover, if you will…

… and last night, did anyone see the super moon? We got pretty excited about it earlier in the evening but when 7:00pm rolled around, we were getting ready to sit down for dinner, so we figured, forget it, growling tummies get first priority, we can always catch the super moon on live feed later. Well, it wouldn’t be live any more but …

… yeah, so scientists found water on Mars, liquid water that flows on the surface of the planet in spring and summer, a sure sign of life, but then they determined that water to be too cold for anything on Earth to survive in. Agreed, Earthlings may not be able to survive on Mars, but that doesn’t mean no other life forms can. For the most part, humans are so self-centered they think they’re the only ones inhabiting the universe. I’m pretty sure there’s no shortage of aliens checking us out too *waves back*. There IS definitely life on other planets, the Buddha said so 2,600 years ago, and I believe that. Just because we can’t see them in the pictures that space probes beam back doesn’t mean that they don’t exist…

… and in other news, I have just eaten half a grapefruit the size of a personal watermelon, and it was the juiciest thing ever, a far cry from the slightly bigger than an orange-sized ones that I have to squeeze to death for every last drop of juice that it’s worth. I guess it helps to have the world’s orchards in your backyard, eh! I’ve got a 10lb bag of these delicious babies in the fridge, gonna take my time to work through them.

Okay, that’s all the rambling from me today. Have a great one, folks!

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