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Saturday, March 15, 2008


A couple days ago I told Paul that I've really been missing authentic French food lately.

This morning, he is literally forcing me to watch a show all about a French restaurant that totally reminds me of one of the cafe's Joe, Punhea and I would eat at after class on our way home. Grr...

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Monday, November 12, 2007

trying to convince paul i'd totally be a good mother

Happy Veteran's Day Observed Day!

Since I had the day off and Paul didn't, I did absolutely nothing but watch TV (including The Baby-sitter's Club Movie) and go grocery shopping so I could make my hubby a nice dinner.

Tossed green salad with a honey-lime dressing made of dijon mustard, honey, lime juice, sesame oil and sugar.

Bacon wrapped sea-bass filets - seared on one side and finished off in the oven.

And then Paul decided to whip up a couple Santor-tini's to go with our dinner. He added some vanilla syrup because we found the original recipe wasn't sweet enough for our tastes.

I was also going to make pear flambe (using the pear brandy from the Santor-tini) with vanilla ice cream for dessert but alas we have no butter and I thought we had butter so I didn't buy any at the market today. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.

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Sunday, September 02, 2007

Labor Day Weekend 07

Paul and I are spending our first long weekend in the city...

My parents came over for dinner yesterday and Paul, being the awesome host that he is grilled up some skewers.

I made the corn. A take on one of Paula Dean's recipes - mayo, salt and pepper, wrapped in foil and tossed on the grill. Yum.

After the parents left we enjoyed some Moscato d'Asti from our neighborhood Italian market Molinari's. We both agreed it was the best Moscato d'Asti we've ever had. Which is saying something cause we've had a lot of it. And I tossed in some cherries for extra deliciousness.

This morning I woke up feeling ambitious and prepared a cheese (smoked fontina) and salami (also from Molinari's) plate for Paul. Of course it wouldn't be complete without a glass of red wine. Even if it was nine in the morning.

I was in the mood to cook so we walked to the Safeway and got some tortillas so I could make some smoked fontina quesadillas to go with more of Paul skewers.

And of course, since we were firing up the grill, more corn was in order.

After lunch we played about 5 hours of DOTA before heading up the street to reservations at Mangarosa.

We've passed this place a billion times already and finally decided to try it.

I'm torn on how I feel about this place. The water was served without ice which really doesn't bother me since I got pretty used to that in France and actually kind of prefer it if its not a super hot day. They also didn't serve us any bread, so for a long time we were just sitting there with our drinks as we waited for our main courses (we didn't order any apps or salad). We found out later you have to ask (possibly pay?) for the bread which put me off a bit. It made me feel like this place was just a bit too pretentious.

Despite consuming copious amounts of steak in the past 48 hours Paul opted for the Brazilian Steak Rechaud. The boy just can't get enough of grilling. Even when he has to pay $30 to do it.

I opted for the "Frango Assado" (crispy chicken with aged balsamic vinegar). It was absolutely delicious and made me feel better about the overall experience. The side of mashed potatoes (which you have to order separately) was only ok.

We decided to stop by Trader Joe's on the way home to prepare for another big day of eating tomorrow!

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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Drink red wine so you won't die

My heart started to hurt on Sunday night. And, no, I don't mean in some metaphorical, "my heart is breaking" way, I mean that I was having awful, stabbing chest pain and I seriously thought I was in the throes of heart failure or something along those lines.

Even though it really didn't feel like heartburn (the pain was very localized and too high in my chest) I convinced myself it was most likely just heartburn and went to bed thinking it would be gone by morning. No such luck. I woke up with the same stabbing in my chest and by dinnertime I was a little bit scared that I was going to, oh, I don't know, die? But I went out to Le Petite Marche with Joe, Joe's mom and aunt and Poon anyway (I can't resist those damn passion fruit creme brulee's).

Two (okay, maybe three...or four) glasses of red wine later? Chest pain gone. And not just because I was drunk because, really, I wasn't that drunk and besides it's still gone and I'm certainly not drunk anymore. So all that "red wine is good for your heart" isn't just a load of hooey.

My new theory is that my heart was missing red wine because I hadn't had any since my single glass at Louis Vins last Wednesday (five whole days ago) and it was DEMANDING that it be given some. Because you know, red wine nourishes your heart and all that good stuff. And here in France where wine is literally cheaper than soda, my heart has gotten quite accustomed to, uh, being "nourished" on a regular basis.

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Thursday, February 01, 2007

More birthday-party-in-Paris goodness

I've been meaning to write, really, and I've been meaning to post pictures, really. I've just been uh...honestly? Lazy.

Last night we celebrated my roommate Punhea's birthday at "Le Petite Marche" (accent mark over that last "e") which Zagat described as "new French cuisine with an asian twist" and you know what? They were right. My French friends were a bit skeptical but they enjoyed their meal and the passion fruit creme brulee? Oohla! as the French would say. Worth every centime.

After dinner we walked back to a bar/restaurant near Pompidou for their delicious mojitos and to laugh at the pictures of Che and Castro plastered all over the walls (and jackets, hats, etc.). Came home for birthday cake and champagne, followed by European beer (which really is better than American swill) and passion fruit Malibu mixed with Orangina. Sometime after that I ended up with a myspace page which I maintain is my equivalent of waking up with a tattoo on the ass.

Pictures to follow. I will quit being so lazy at some point.

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