WHB Roundup
Check out the fantastic dishes whipped up for this week's WHB - roundup here
See What I See, as I Retrace the Trail : Food. Drinks. Places. People. Recipes. And everything in between.
Check out the fantastic dishes whipped up for this week's WHB - roundup here
Posted by MC at 11:15 PM 0 comments
Labels: WHB
Posted by Mae at 1:07 PM 0 comments
Labels: chili, ingredient, recipe, WHB
Posted by Mae at 9:07 PM 0 comments
Labels: foodfiction
Inspired by the Saturday biking lunch stopover, this dish is also a play on the huevos rancheros (ranch eggs). Quite simple (eggs baked over a homemade tomato sauce), made a bit more interesting through the use of terracotta bowls and served with remnants of toasted focaccia...old bread never tasted so good :)
Posted by Mae at 8:58 PM 0 comments
No point arguing the book is better than the movie (as is typically the case anyway), but having read the book a while back and forgotten some details, the storyline seem fragmented, and was unable to hold my (admittedly short) attention span, unlike previous Harry Potter movies.
Don’t get me wrong though - the special effects were still spectacular (the intro being a swooping take on the vicinity which I thought would have been pretty cooler in 3D), the cast had grown up (including some slightly muscles and better acting – not that they were utterly bad before, but obviously experience has made them better). Raging teenage hormones fit for their current state in ‘life’ gave good banter. Credit as well to Luna Lovegood who was perfectly portrayed (at least, to my mind).
Not quite sure if ‘the magic was just lost’ on me, or if I’ve grown way older up too much not to enjoy it as much as I would have – a bit unfortunate that they sort of lost me midway the 2 hour – 33 min long movie and ended up wishing I spent the time reading the book again instead. I suppose (more) avid Harry Potter followers who would know the story by heart would feel otherwise. Perhaps this groundwork of a movie is best watched just before the final installments for the Deathly Hallows, which closes the series.
Forgiven and forgotten, hope the next one redeems and wins back this disillusioned fan.
Posted by Mae at 6:45 PM 1 comments
Labels: movies
Posted by Mae at 7:13 PM 0 comments
Labels: biker's notes, biking, go, map, sports
"This place drips with unassuming style" says their website, and perhaps I do agree - the sexy red string curtains, mood lighting, stone walls and wooden tables - it is not difficult to relax at Bluestone Restaurant, especially down at the Lounge. The dining room upstairs is grand, but not imposing. Huge mirrors and wine bottles against the wall provide a perfect backdrop to great conversation.
Posted by Mae at 8:03 PM 0 comments
Labels: restaurants
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The evening sent out a breeze that probably added melancholy to his already rattled mind. It was 8pm but the sun was still out, and from a distance, the tram he was waiting for wobbled towards him. He looked at the sun once more before boarding the gargantuan metal casing. Another chance to be in a enclosed with strangers thinking in their own little spaces, he mused. He sat down, pulled up some gum and neatly stashed the wrapper to his backpack pocket as his eyes began to wander around the vehicle – there were 2 trolleys with kids, one was laughing and and one was crying. A man, most likely the baby’s father, pulled the baby out of his chair, and held him close. The baby’s crying ceased, and the wobbly tram again dominated the noise in the capsule. An old woman looked pensive as she stared at the distant horizon, perhaps thinking of grandchildren or the next day’s laundry The asian couple were still catching their breath (they almost missed the tram). All were oblivious to the man in a dark pin-striped suit and D&G sunnies at the corner, isolated to world through an ipod and a novel. On his other side, a young woman stared at her feet. She was probably in her early 20’s, and her lips seemed to quiver and twist with the thoughts in her head. A heartbeat later, she began to cry. She buried her face into hands but let the tears roll noiselessly, with grief flowing like agony from a broken heart, a deceased loved one, or an undefined void in a seemingly pointless life. The tears never seemed to stop. The sadness found its way to him. He felt for her, grieved with her, and let out a sigh unheard by the man in sunnies. Empathy found a pen, and a hand fished for the gum wrapper, where words were written, never to be read. “Don’t cry – without pain you cannot fully appreciate happiness.” He stood up and pulled the string for the tram to stop, hoping it also led to the tear ducts in her eyes. The words never made it to her, for those were his thoughts to this stranger in the short time and space that they shared, in this short span of time. Their paths may or may never cross again, life goes on, the tram picked up speed to take her away… and while the sun finally began to set he just hoped the melancholy in the evening breeze would brush the tears off her cheeks instead.
Posted by Mae at 6:37 PM 0 comments
Labels: foodfiction
Who says you can't have fine dining at home? One can have a stab at gourmet-type dishes and enjoy it with a glass (or two) of wine. Weekdays could be very busy so once a week (like this) is not a bad habit for homecooked treats....(like the following, apparently!)
Tasmanian oysters are a great treat especially when they are fresh off their shells and just given a hint of tabasco and some crispy fried onion bits. However, when serving in the evening, sometimes it could be difficult to ensure freshness so to play safe, this batch was baked with just a tiny bit of breadcrumbs, cracked pepper, a sliver of butter and grated mozzarella cheese. 3 minutes under the grill, (or until the cheese has melted and browned beautifully) and that's it!Don't overcook so that the oyster retains its juices.
..served with steamed dutch carrots, baby corn and asparagus tips and roasted vine tomatoes (with a bit of fennel seeds).
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