Based on how eagerly this squirrel was devouring what was left on the spoon, I’d venture to say it enjoys frozen yogurt.
squirrel licking spoon from Mary Qin on Vimeo.
Based on how eagerly this squirrel was devouring what was left on the spoon, I’d venture to say it enjoys frozen yogurt.
squirrel licking spoon from Mary Qin on Vimeo.
Back in high school, my best friends and I fancied ourselves famous (at least to the Olive Garden waiters) for being the “desserts first” type of people. Every time we got together for a meal at Olive Garden, we’d insist on our dessert item as the appetizer. We usually got a very confused and momentarily dumbfounded waiter who’d check with us: “Are you sure you want to have the dessert come out first?” We’d confidently confirm our choice and eagerly await the sweet treat. To a certain extent we did it to be rebels, but it was also a way of doing what we wanted instead of what was expected.
Over the years, I haven’t gotten the chance to continue this tradition, much to my dismay. I always start a meal saying I’ll get dessert only to get halfway through the entree and be too full to continue. Luckily, at most places they have desserts that I can just eat at home for cheaper anyway so I don’t feel like I missed out on too much. Instead, I happily stock up on loads of sugar-laden snacks at home to satisfy my unwavering sweet tooth. In fact, I have so much junk food at home that it often becomes my meal. I have a bad habit of forgetting lunch these days, or grabbing an ice cream bar in lieu of something more filling/less sugary.
Really what it comes down to is enjoying what I like. Why do I need to go through a ritual of drinks, appetizers, and entree before I can get to my dessert? There shouldn’t be obstacles in my way for such a simple goal. In many ways, this little choice speaks volumes to my own life philosophy. I believe in being able to enjoy what you want and not having to hold back because the world told you so. As long as it’s not irresponsible, I don’t see the harm in having my cake first or buying that item I like or treating myself to a massage. And so I do eat, buy, and experience what matters to me. Don’t get me wrong though – I exhibit a lot of self-control when it comes to making these decisions! I don’t jump at every opportunity to do what I want; I make sure to weigh the pros and cons extensively before diving in.
Yesterday was Customer Appreciation Day at the Melting Pot! Panda and I went to enjoy a dinner there and try out the special items available that day.
Ever since this term “foodie” entered my vocabulary, I’d wondered about it. I saw the people who loved to go out and eat at nice places, with small portions and beautiful presentation styles and weird ingredients. You know, those who get dubbed experts in this and that and usually end up becoming food critics, whether professionally or as a hobby. There were food shows abound, from the traditional cooking shows to the reality/competition shows. I’d watch as they consumed all manner of things that I was not interested in trying, and wonder if that’s what made a foodie. You’d eat just about anything so you wouldn’t miss out on the amazing variety available. Oh, and of course everyone was a sucker for a wine or cheese tasting.
Then “foodie” things on the internet caught my attention, like Yelp and Foodspotting. So then I thought, “Ok, maybe being a foodie means you try all kinds of places and review them and/or post up pictures (preferably artistic) of the food you ate.” Maybe foodies were a middle-class food critic of sorts. Sometimes hitting the high-end places, but usually going to accessible restaurants and reflecting on the taste of the dishes ordered and the level of service provided. Or maybe it’s the people who almost seem to enjoy turning an image of the food into artwork more than eating the food itself. Oh! OR, could it be that it was those people who would find that one gem in the strangest of places, that has the best [fill in food type] in the area.
Yeah, I was pretty confused by this so-called identity of being a foodie, since I love food, eat a lot of it, and have a pretty diverse palette. But I just didn’t connect with what it seemed “being a foodie” entailed. My friends would probably consider me to be a foodie, but what does it really mean? I never really cared for being like those other people – the ones who paired wines with their meals and got dishes barely big enough for one bite. I also didn’t feel like the type to sit around over-analyzing the food or turn it into a creative thing. Was a a different class of foodie? Was I even in the category of foodie?
So, I decided it was time to look it up. Unfortunately, much like the term “hipster,” I’m still struggling to really grasp what people mean by the term. On Wikipedia, I found a helpful blurb to let me know that the fancy schmancy people I was thinking of are considered “gourmets.” At least I can rule out my first impression of what foodie could mean.
“…foodies differ from gourmets in that gourmets are epicures of refined taste, whereas foodies are amateurs who simply love food for consumption, study, preparation, and news…” ~Wikipedia
I am an amateur and I love food for consumption. However, I don’t really study it or prepare it, or study the preparation of it. Apparently foodies can really get into restaurant openings, cooking classes, and (surprise) wine tastings or beer samplings. I’m not really into those things, though I would consider trying them at some point. You know what, I’ve figured it out. I’m just a plain old food lover. I don’t get crazy about the details of food; I basically like to enjoy tastes. Still, I like sites like Yelp and Foodspotting, since they allow me to discover great places to eat at, so maybe there’s a little foodie in me.
I was walking by Rocket Fizz in Westwood one day when I noticed a gigantic box of Quality Street sitting in the window. I can’t tell you how thrilled I was to find some of my favorite candies from England available in the US! When I saw the price, I was pretty shocked, but the next time I was there I got one because it made me too happy to see them (and get to eat them).
Panda and I went back to Bottega Louie for a second time and I decided to give their famous macaroons a try.
And then I took glamour shots of each to post on Foodspotting…
Grand Cru macaroon on Foodspotting
Strawberry macaroon on Foodspotting
Matcha macaroon on Foodspotting
Riddle me this: why are ice cubes on airplanes circular? I mean, calling them “ice rings” or “ice tubes” might be more appropriate. It makes me wonder how the ice is molded that way. Perhaps a tube with a pole in the center rather than the traditional trays we’re used to in our homes. Or maybe strange trays with round openings and something sticking up out of the center of each.
A quick search online led me to some interesting results and I’m inclined to believe that there is a scientific reason, like it’s faster to freeze them that way. However, that then makes me wonder why it isn’t a more widespread shape used for commercial industries. I generally get flat, thin pieces of ice at restaurants and I can’t recall an occasion where they used these types of ice cubes.
Maybe it has to do with the elevation or cabin pressure or something wacky I can’t even think of. Whatever it is, I wouldn’t mind seeing more tubular cubes (haha that sounds funny) – after all, they’re fun to play with! I even heard the kid behind me say, “Look dad, check out my ring!” No doubt she was able to stick her finger through one for some entertainment. I’ve always been a fan of having fun with your food. 😛