Friday, May 29, 2009

Umakute Bikkuri.


I'm not sure what this is. The box says umakute bikkuri. All I know is that I waited 15 minutes in line for them and it was worth it.


I determined that they were pancakes filled with mung bean/azuki (red bean), with a roasted chestnut in the middle of each.


They were delicious, sweet, and warm, and drew a consistently long line. I picked them up at the lower level of Kyoto Station's vast food market. I had been trying to figure out what to eat and I think I made the right decision.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Hidden okonomiyaki.

After today, I've noted to myself to continue tagging along with Sensei, who can chat it up with shuttle bus drivers who tip us off to hidden okonomiyaki restaurants and drop us off there instead of at the intended stop at the train station.

The tiny restaurant was tucked away in the middle of a narrow alleyway in Kyoto -- we as gaijin (foreigners) would never have been able to stumble upon this ourselves without the help of locals.

Okonomiyaki with buta (pork) and soba noodles, cabbage, fried egg and sweet and spicy sauces.


One of my classmates got it with ika (squid), which I liked better. But both were oishi katta (delicious!).

Bakeries at Tokyo station.

There are too many bakeries here. I need to try my best to not stop at all of them, because I'd seriously get so left behind.

Stella's Kitchen.


Andersen Bakery.


Sesame bun with Gruyere
and French toast.


Fairycake Fair.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Airplane food.

Yes, I'm even documenting the airplane food. Wow.


Unagi-don (eel over rice), served with cold soba noodles and dipping sauce, a piece of California roll, seaweed salad and shrimp.

As much as I enjoyed it, I hope it's only the least interesting meal of my trip.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Sayonara, and um.. bon appétit.

(How do you say that in Japanese?)

I've been keeping a secret: I'm headed to Japan tomorrow for about three and a half weeks.

But this actually is good news for this blog, because I am taking my laptop with me and plan to post here as I eat my way through Japan. I am sure to be inspired as Japanese cuisine is probably my favorite.

Japan, HERE I COME!

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Corn bliss.

I waited way too long to check out Mil Jugos in Santa Ana since reading this review on Food Frenzy/Gluttonista. What was wrong with me? Because these arepas -- little stuffed corncake sandwiches -- are just too good to miss out on.

The reina papeada arepa comes warm and crispy around the edges, overstuffed with tasty chicken potato salad and avocado. A squirt of the zingy green dressing that accompanies this, and it is good to go. Straight into my belly.


Fresh, sweet papaya juice is a delicious way to wash it down (and attempt to mask the potent green sauce breath).


But most importantly, at Mil Jugos I've learned that cachapa means 'corn heaven.'

Well, not literally. But to me, it does. The cachapa con queso blanco:

Corn, pancake, cheese, fresh cream. Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

I need not say anything further to convey the love I feel for this.

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Mil Jugos
318 W. 5th Street
Santa Ana 92701
714.836.4601

Friday, April 24, 2009

Korean BBQ instructional.

Korean BBQ connoisseurs: Please feel free to bypass this post. I am not one of you, and I will be the first to admit that.

That doesn't mean I don't absolutely love Korean food. I SO do. I just needed a little instruction from the server when she set down 4286-or-so dishes on the table at Shik Do Rak Korean BBQ in Irvine.

I have to give myself a little more credit. No, this was not the first time I've had Korean BBQ. I already knew those little plates (see above) were various side dishes you eat prior to or alongside the BBQ, called banchan -- kimchi (spicy pickled cabbage), fish cake, seaweed salad, pickled cucumbers, spicy pickled daikon, pickled bean sprouts, etc. Oh, and more pickled things.

But there were other components to the meal that required a step-by-step tutorial. In the past, my family and I would just eat the BBQ meats with steamed rice and ignore these. We are rice eaters and that's how we do. But I wanted to find out what the heck these other things were, finally.

So now, I'll share what I learned from the very patient server:

The lettuce mix. At other Korean BBQ places, you might see a bowl of pajori instead -- a green onion/green garlic salad. But I like the way they do it at Shik Do Rak.


Pickled daikon radish sliced super thin. It's cool and slightly vinegary, and it doesn't overwhelm -- it enhances. Other places might offer leaves of bibb lettuce.


Rice flour sheets/rice paper. But it's not like paper at all. The texture is closer to a wonton wrapper.


The meat. In this case, it is unmarinated deckle, aka chadol baki, aka thinly sliced brisket. There's also short rib, sliced pork belly, and various marinated meats like bulgogi.

Deckle sounds like the name of a Pokémon character.


Here's where the fun begins.

Get the meat going on the grill.

Note that deckle will cook quickly because it's sliced so thin.

Here's what you do with all those components I just laid out.

Step 1: Take one slice of daikon and put it on your plate, and pile on a little of the lettuce mix.


Step 2: Take one of the rice sheets and lay it on top of the lettuce. I like stacking it in this order because the rice paper weighs down the lettuce a bit and makes it less likely to fall apart on you when you try to pick it up later.


Step 3: Grab a piece of meat from the grill. These two standard condiments are usually offered: a spicy chili paste and sesame oil that's got a bit of salt and pepper in it. They're dip-friendly ways to season your meats. So dip as you please.


Step 4: Take your meat and place it on top of the nice little stack you've got goin'. Almost done!


Step 5: Pick it all up, pinching two ends of the daikon together and folding it up like a taco. If you are adept, you can use your chopsticks for this, or you can be like me and say "f-you chopsticks!" in frustration and hunger and just grab the damn thing with your fingers.

Yeeesssh. Come to me...

Needless to say -- Step 6: EAT and repEAT.

You still get steamed rice, but it comes toward the end of your meal, to fill up your belly the rest of the way if it's needed. It does not come at the beginning WITH the meats, though my family usually demands this.


But I so much prefer eating it the other (REAL) way now. When I think about all those times I ignored this method, I am just shocked at myself. And appalled.

Oh, and as if there wasn't already enough going on, they also give you a boiling hot bean curd/miso soup at the end.


The end!

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Shik Do Rak
14775 Jeffrey Rd.
Irvine 92618
949.653.7668

P.S. My party and I ordered a combination meal at Shik Do Rak -- there are other things on the menu that may not require so much instruction. Also, Wikipedia's entry on Korean barbecue really helped me with the Korean spelling in this post!

Sunday, March 29, 2009

I love doing this.


Cupcakes for my friend/co-worker's surprise baby shower. She's having a girl, but we were told she doesn't like pink, so I made them in yellow and turquoise. Later, we found out that this wasn't true. Oh well.

Yellow: P-Dub's chocolate sheet cake recipe translated to cupcakes.
Turquoise: Magnolia Bakery's vanilla cupcakes. The vanilla buttercream is also Magnolia's recipe.






I didn't "cater" the whole party this time, which allowed me to focus on cupcake cuteness. Hee.

Congrats, Martha!

Friday, March 20, 2009

Tales of Yummy Breakfast, Ch. 1: Love at third sight.

I know you're dying to know.


Who IS this handsome-looking bagel anyway?

Or perhaps the more likely question is: What the hell is that thing?

Well, it's a bagel keychain. And his name is Benny. Or Lenny. Or I can't remember what I named him. I just call him "bagel keychain."

It's a member of Kid Robot's Yummy Breakfast blind-box collection. For those of you who've never bought a blind box, you are probably better off. It can become a dangerous addiction. Basically, it's like sticking a quarter into one of those little toy/junk dispensers at the grocery store and getting some random surprise toy/junk. Except instead of a quarter, it's a $5 bill. And instead of some surprise toy/junk, it's one of these:


AHH.

But there's no way to tell what you are buying -- all the boxes are labeled exactly the same. It's a gamble each time.

So, wait: I actually wanted to start a series of short stories of my Yummy Breakfast keychain encounters, as I've had quite a few.

I'm very fond of bagel keychain now, but we weren't always lovers. Nope. I was very disappointed to meet him, actually.

I wandered into the Go, Rilla! shop at City Place in Santa Ana on some random day at some random time, to make some random purchase. There were a bunch of Yummy Breakfast keychains that had been unwrapped and were on display, and I decided I just had to get one.

I hoped for a pizza, or a blueberry muffin, or a watermelon. Something colorful. I love color.

Alas, it was just a plain ol' bagel. No color! Just some black poppy seeds. Boo.

I thought about giving it away. I was ready to. But then I kept looking at it. And I noticed its wide eyes peering up at me, with a crooked little smile that said,


"Hey. You and me, we can be friends. Eh? Eh??"

Aww shucks, bagel keychain. How could I not love you?

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Go, Rilla!
3013 N. Main St.
Santa Ana 92706
714.547.5451

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Biking off tamales.

Have you heard? Biking is my new obsession.

It's a good one for me, though. Much healthier than my old fondue obsession, for example. (Go ahead, ask me how many fondue cookbooks and fondue sets I have.)

Anyway, I've been trying to bike at least 4 or 5 times a week. Most of the time, it's past 10 p.m., so I just bike around the neighborhood. I now know better what Old Towne Orange looks like at night than during the day.

But I feel such a great sense of satisfaction when it's early enough to get a chance to run errands -- dropping off a package at the post office or picking up some quick groceries. I'm biking with a purpose.

Like when I biked 10 miles the other day on my visits to Target and the bookstore. And after that, when I biked to La Poblana Bakery/Panaderia to reward myself with steaming, sweet tamales.


Sigh. I did it again.

I don't think this little Mexican bakery wants me to be healthy.


So, I had no idea that dessert tamales were even possible. But they ARE, and they are wonderful. Strawberry/fresa tamales have fresh-strawberries-turned-gooey within; pineapple/piña tamales have the occasional raisin. They taste like sweet, fluffy corn bread.

But you must eat them right away, while they are still warm. Inhale them, if at all possible.


Champurrado is hot chocolate that is spiced with cinnamon and almost thick enough to chew. It is a perfect accompaniment to sweet tamales. Even though it looks like a cup of mud.

By the way, it is really difficult balancing champurrado in your bike basket on the ride home.

(Updated with address on March 13, 2009. Oops.)
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La Poblana Bakery
604 W. Chapman Ave.
Orange 92868
714.771.4465