The Twelve Days of Japan: Oishii desu!

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I've really fallen behind on these posts, but now I finally come back to you with a detailed account of my trip to Japan this April!

Get ready because you're in for a lot of reading....

Dinner Recipe # 097: Curry Vegetable Tofu

It's not often that I will actually cook a meal for myself (ie. non-microwaveable), but when I do it tends to me extremely simple. Today I'd like to share one of my secret recipes with the rest of the Internet, so prepare yourself to be underwhelmed with the amount of effort involved!

Spicy Family Secret

I love vinegar. I love intense spice. Therefore, I love a good pickle. I'm not saying that I don't like sweet pickled items, like oshinko, but when it comes to cukes they've gotta have bite.

The culinary visionary in my family, if there ever was one, was my late Aunt Ellen. Until she passed away, her house was where every family holiday took place and she usually made 80-100% of the food I remember her making pigs in a blanket for appetizers and making sure that I ate some right out of the oven because that's when they were the best. Even on non-holidays when we went there to swim in their pool, I looked forward to investigating the snack drawer to repeatedly find an un-ending supply of Goldfish crackers. And she always had Total cereal in the cupboard; I was always amazed at how one bowl gave you 100% of every mineral and vitamin. Basically, I associated her house with food, and I really love eating.

In my opinion though, her crowning achievement were her home-made garlic pickles. They are probably what's responsible for my love of vinegar and spice in general. Also, they make the Vlasic stork shit his pants and run away in tears.

This actually happened.

It's not just me that likes them, the whole family does, particularly my mother. Over the years, other members of the family have made them as well however my Uncle Jack is probably the only true successor to the production process. Besides the pickles he also makes great pies and coconut cake from scratch, you know... like hand-shaving coconuts and everything. So this past 4th of July when the family gathered at his house for the annual crab feast, I got him to fork over the pickle recipe. I figured it was about time that I do the family a favor and carry on the tradition. Of course, I never got around to making them this summer. I kept saying to myself that I had to go to the farmer's market and buy "special cucumbers" for it, which basically translates into "I'm lazy".

What happens when a campfire and black tea have sex

There's a little cafe near Johns Hopkins University called Chocolatea that I discovered a year or so ago. As you can probably surmise from the name, they specialize in gourmet chocolates and tea, the latter of which being the only thing I'm really interested in. In addition to their cafe selection of tea, they have a decent retail section that includes bulk bags of loose-leaf tea, tea-ware and there is always some kind of Ito En tea available in the cooler.

Despite their focus on chocolate and tea, it seems like everyone that goes there just treats it like any other cafe and just orders normal fare, which is a shame. I mean, a lot of people do order specialty drinks that you wouldn't normally be able to find a Starbucks, but they're always like a latte version or something. I've also never even seen someone so much as LOOK at the chocolate display case either. I'm surprised they haven't cut their losses and gotten rid of it already.

Anyway, I like to go here on the weekend sometime to get breakfast and a cup of something I haven't tried before. Today I thought I should "go bold" with a cup of black tea, which it seems like I haven't drank for 1-2 years. I decided to go with the China Lapsang Souchong.

I was pretty sure that I had Lapsang somewhere before and thought it was a pretty basic variety. When the aroma wafted past my nose though, I realized that I don't remember ever drinking a cup of liquid smoke. The first thing that came to mind was chipotle peppers and then I tried to articulate it more specifically and came up with this message I jotted down on my phone:

"Smells like a smokey campfire with remnants of rendered animal fat; no tea aroma"


And that's pretty much what it tasted like, too, minus the part about animal fat. The after taste vaguely made me think that I had just eaten a Slim Jim or like I had been smoking a cigar made out of hickory chips. That being said, it wasn't bad, just very strong and not tea-like.


The only thing I don't like about Chocolatea is that they always use boiling water (straight from that little spout on an industrial coffee maker) to make EVERY kind of tea. Since it's supposed to be a "tea lounge", I really wish they would prepare it the correct way.* 

* This is when you're probably going to think to yourself, "You're such a tea snob". Guess what? Different teas require different brewing techniques, otherwise you can end up with something that tastes nothing like it's supposed to. In the case of black tea, near boiling water is actually fine, but then it becomes an issue of having to wait 5-10 minutes before you can actually start drinking it. I think the best rule of thumb is to serve tea at drinking temperature to begin with, sub 200º F if you want to get technical.


But in general it's a great place, and the food is always pretty good. I thought the Lapsang was a decent companion for the egg/sausage/cheese sandwich I got today.

Next time I go I think I'm going to try and ask them where they get their tea from though, just for my own curiosity.

Frozen Organic Surprise

Lunch time at work for me usually means something involving a loaf of bread, the salad bar or take-out, and it is rare I deviate from this pattern. In Wegman's the other day, I decided to cruise the organic/natural section a little more intently then usual and found these Organic Bistro line of frozen meals. There were only like 3-4 kinds, including this "Thai Style Yellow Curry with Chicken" and they all looked promising. Normally I get all my frozen meals from Trader Joe's, and even then I don't spend more than like $4 a piece. Also, I only eat them at home. But here I was, on my lunch shopping trip from work, and I thought "fuck it... I'm going to GO CRAZY AND BUY THIS FROZEN MEAL FOR LUNCH, EVEN THOUGH IT'S NOT ON SALE" (it's difficult and pathetic to explain why this is a big deal for me in any way at all).

Not the actual picture I should have taken to exemplify the following point...

So when I get back to the office to pop this thing in the microwave, the first thing I notice is that the chicken appears to be raw. Uncooked, frozen chicken in a frozen dinner? That seemed ridiculous, so I asked my co-worker what he thought and he was equally perplexed. Then I noticed the little note at the bottom of the cooking instructions:

* Internal temperature needs to reach 165° F as measured by a food thermometer in several spots

What the hell? That's way too much effort for a frozen meal and it only further supports my thoughts of the chicken not being cooked yet.

Then I calmed down and thought about it for a second... obviously this thing made it to the shelf somehow, so I'm sure they know what they're doing. I also noticed how the rest of the stuff in the bowl looked pretty fresh and "real", for lack of a better word, so maybe they're on to something here

 

After playing global thermonuclear war with it, the chicken still bothered me. It looked like, and had the consistency of tuna, maybe a side effect from being cooked in a microwave? No idea. All I do know is that it was actually the best chicken I've ever tasted out of a frozen meal. It was super tender, juicy and overall had a good taste. In addition to that, all of the vegetables tasted equally as fresh. This came as a real surprise, especially since it wasn't even in a special cooking container. It makes all the people at Hot Pockets and Stouffer's look like assholes for taking years to develop those reflective sleeves and cooking trays only to have this company get the job done with nothing more than a paper bowl in a loose cellophane bag.

After mixing all the ingredients together

Last but not least, the actual curry sauce was pretty good, too. The best part is that there was just enough of it to go around and the rest of the items weren't swimming in it. All of the ingredients were allowed to "speak for themselves" and all was right in the world.

So yeah, I'd say this was probably one of the best frozen meals I've ever had, and I've been around the block a few times when it comes to frozen meals. If you've got $5 that you're committed on spending in the frozen foods section, I don't think you'd be disappointed with one of these.

Fast Food Cheesesteak

Lately I've been hold-up at my parents house, recovering from this surgery and watching an immense amount of television. I keep seeing these commercials for Arby's new Philly cheesesteak, it's a stupid commercial... in fact I think their whole "It's good mood food" campaign is retarded.

I've been a fan of Arby's since I was a kid, specifically the regular roast beef topped with their now non-existent spicy brown mustard. But ever since the mustard went MIA, I just stopped going there altogether. Like I said though, lately I've been watching a lot of Food Network/commercials and finding myself craving all kinds of crap.

Abdominal Holocaust

Two weeks ago I underwent surgery to remove my spleen and half of my liver. Needless to say, this has dramatically affected my entire GI track, in addition to the rest of my guts. Since this blog is dedicated to everything that goes into my body (not only food), I figured it would make for an interesting post.

Please be aware of the graphic content that follows however, as it will be chock full of details that some people might find unpleasant.