Friday, May 11, 2007

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Yeccchh.

An idea whose time has come.

But it does remind me that my 5-year-old boy had no problem alternating between ice cream and spicy nacho chips. Dipping the chips in the ice cream might even had been acceptable; thank God I didn't give him the idea.

Or that my favorite food as a kid was spaghetti and ketchup.

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Proof


Iggy, my 14-year-old Siamese cat, thought that he could get away with walking on my black damask sheets with impunity.

But the proof is now in front of you! Deny, deny, deny, Iggy, but here it is! A brief trial will ensue while I open a new tin of cat food. Maximum sentence? I will move your sun carpet two inches to the left.

Revised

Okay, here’s my revised good guys/bad guys list:

Martin Yan
Charlie Trotter
Ming Tsai
Bobby Flay
Tony Bourdain
Mario Batali
Alton Brown
Emeril*
Giada de Laurentiis

= good

Rachael Ray
Paula Deen
Ina Garten
Curtis Stone (that obnoxious Australian pretty boy)
Ricardo (that obstreperous Québecois dude by virtue of only having one name)

= evil

*Recently upgraded due to sheer perseverance!

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

Bam!

Words from the wise to chef/ restaurant owner wannabes.

The book I'm reading at the moment (quite sloppily written--reads more like a hardcopy blog) says that after goods, food and wine costs (approx. 35%), labor (35%) overhead (rent, utilities etc., 20%) you're left with 10% profit, which usually goes back into the restaurant.

So it looks like you're fucked if you want to be a chef and you're fucked if you want to be a restaurant owner.

Bam!

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Blown Away Part II

Well, here it is, as promised: the latest portrait of my son as provided by Jack Lee, of Europic-Art.com.

It's astonishing, as usual. It stills reeks of oil paint and it has a great surface texture; no machine did this. I can't wait to get it mounted and up on the wall.

Do me a favor and get out your cameras and take a portrait of your loved one and then send it to Jack for "processing." They will truly be as blown away as I am. It's weird, like looking at your son with another mind's eyes. Blown away. The photograph of the painting just doesn't do it justice.