Take Two

My dad took me to go see Captain America today. Me and a kid or two. It was a little weird, being in 3D, but mainly it's your basic action movie minus explosions. Not that there weren't explosion, there was just more punching than I've grown used to. Is it just me or have most movies gone over to either swords or guns?

Anyway, the dialogue can be summed up by the cutting line "You're not going to quit?" delivered with gusto from the bad guy, and the equally fitting "nope" from our dashing hero. My favorite scene was when the grenade was thrown (waaaaaaay at the beginning of the movie), but the death of the baddie was pretty epic. And the ending was mind blowing (and tragic) to someone like me who, apparently, lives under a rock.

Further proof: I just found out today that They're doing Spiderman. Again.

Talk about popular.


In other news:

This is the remainder of the dinner I made sunday: coconut rice and curry. I had the curry again the next day with noodles and it tasted even better. I actually zapped it, and I think that made the coconut cream I put in there stand out.  Back to the bento, the green stuff in the corn is some leftover cilantro, and the white liquid in the pink cup is the coconut cream. It's some kind of sweet, and oh so good when you mix it with the rice and curry. Yes, I put it in the curry and ate it with the curry. Despite  that, we still have a little bit of it left in the fridge and I'm trying not to eat it raw. Maybe if I mix it with yogurt I can call it a "natural dessert" and thereby pass it off as healthy. Cause, you know, despite giving us the bubonic plague, yellow fever, and tuberculosis, nature is looking out for us.

I finally gave in and stood on a chair for this shot. 

This is a zucchini/squash cake. It was really good, the last one leftover after Thursday's dinner – a dinner where neither my dad nor my two older brothers were present, just to give you some perspective. My aunt made these with the veggies from my grandfather's garden. The zucchini she used was immense. I didn't recognize it at first, thought it was some strange kind of squash to be honest. Thicker than my upper arms, almost as wide as my head - that's how big it was. And probably two feet long. The rice is just normal rice, with a little bit of red pepper paste, curtesy of Korea, and leftover steak. I put some dashi (or is it bonito?) flakes in it, and some rice vinegar and mirin. Despite all that it didn't really taste asian to me. I'm finding that Korean and Thai food don't. Especially Korean.
          The rice was actually almost bland, it probably needed more dashi, however the paste provided a nice kick that went well with the surprisingly flavorful veggie burger. The salad was mainly to keep the red pepper off my cherries, but I like the color it added to the "box." I actually left my stacking boxes at work the day before I took this picture, which ended up as a blessing since it forced me to use a chinese take out container (dumplings, I'm assuming). I love the circular shape and how it impacts food arrangement, and it's fun to have that much space. Those white boxes are skinny.  My next bento buy will be a circular box, probably one of these, but it won't happen for a while. I'm still not making bentos consistently enough to classify it as a hobby, definitely not enough to call it a lifestyle. I don't think it will be long before I reach that stage, though. Unlike so many other things I'm trying to get into, bentos are instant gratification. I'm happy when I'm making them, when I'm planning them, when I'm hungry at work and thinking about lunch, and, most importantly of all, eating them is like eating satisfaction. It feeds both my desire to be able to make beauty and my need to make something useful. It's creative and crafty, pretty and practical, indulgent and industrious. But mostly, it taste good, and really, that's all I care about at lunch time.

I don't mind the warm colors so much when the box is black.

 

Burrito in a Box

It's bad form to gush over food, to eat in front of people when you have no plans of sharing, and to pat yourself on the back.

I'm going to do all three.

This is the lunch I packed for myself last week. It's really simple: leftover rice (I made extra on purpose the day before), black olives,  a layer of boiled egg, a layer of chopped tomato (salted and peppered), and crumbled bacon. The white tube is a rolled up tortilla, which turned out not to be big enough for all of my goodies. In the orange cup (isn't it just too cute?) there's chipotle mayonnaise. Do not ask me why this was in the fridge. All I know is it was there and it was good. It helped my ingredients stick together and, if you'll excuse the expression, kicked the rice up a notch.

This picture has been modified to fit you perception of the world

Though I intended this bento to be a burrito, because alliteration tastes better, I ended up eating it like a salad.  I ate most of it too, even though there was a lot more rice in this than proportionally necessary. I would make this again, but I would like to try avocado slices soaked in lemon juice instead of the mayonnaise. Oh, that green with the red and yellow . . . it's enough to make anyone hungry.



Now, regarding the photos: I know I was using the wrong lens. I had the big, long one on and I should have switched it with the short one. That's why all my shots have weird angles to them, I'm not tall enough take an overhead photo with a lens a foot long. I'm actually really bad at photography, because, in a strange reversal of the Thermian transporter system, photography is more science than art. Exposure time, aperture, lighting – it's all beyond me. Not to mention my dad's camera has more options than a Starfleet ship panel.
             I do know that this kitchen is extremely hard to take photos in because it's so warm. Warm counters, warm lights. Taking these photos only an hour after the crack of dawn on a cloudy day didn't help much either. But lighting issues are only something to work around. They force you to confront a fact about picture taking that people in good lighting can blissfully ignore. So, in the great tradition of the List-People, my personal photography goal is to take one bright, colorful bento picture before summer ends completely. One worthy of the new Willy Wonka, only more appetizing.


Which brings me to my closing thought, which is namely this, you know starfleet isn't all that bad when their replicators pay just as much attention to arranging the food on the plates as they do to making who-knows-what taste just-like-mother-used-to-make. How would you even begin to tell a computer about garnishing dishes? And what invention do you think marks a civilization as, well, civilized?

Letter to a Linguist - The alphabet thickens

Ah! It's that time of the month. You know, when the fresh air seems to blow away all the chains of reason and experience, and your ideas start frolicking in the sunshine of new beginnings. 

It's my favorite time of the year, and not just because it's pops up more often than the weeds in your garden. I like it becuase I feel more alive when I'm full of hope. I like it because I think more, and think deeper, without having to necessarily do anything deep or thoughtful. It's like stepping out of gray into the after effects of a nights rain. Even the cracked sidewalks are flecked with rainbows.   

My enabler today was my mom. She took me to Office Depot and  I bought card stock and this cute little flash card holder. And yes, these are related to my Language study. It's actually an idea I had a long time ago, when I was learning Japanese. I'd thought I'd compile my own dictionary out of the flash cards I was alrady making. It didn't workout becuase at tha time the binders were still not index card sized. Some really intlligent market research has apparently taken place since then, and you can buy binders in every size and shape that can be contained in four sides. And rings.

 I love me some flash card rings.

My flash cards, naturally, will have to be updated to match the inherent awesomeness of their eventual home. I'm aiming for a little dictionary of cards, with each card featuring a word, it's various forms, and some example sentences. This, of course, will mean I'll have to take my knowledge of Korean verb construction from 0% to at least, say, 15%. 

Up to this point I have been using only Talk to Me in Korean, which is great. But listening, even when backed with work books, isn't enough. It's time to outsource for some structure. I'm going to be using wikibooks to add the necessary grain to my others light load. Wikibooks is great because it can 1) be read (and we all know I love reading), 2) it contains actual rules, and 3) it has examples for you to practice on, complete with answer key. 

In other news, my Hangul has already improved. I'm still cheating on impulse by reading the romanji first without even thinking about it, but at least when I do force my eyes on the jamo that make up this wonderful puzzle of an alphabet, I can sound them out with a child's accuracy. The hardest part for me so far is the ㅈ,ㅅ,ㅊ group set. Conventionaly these are transliterated as J/S/Ch, but I find this confusing when you get combinations like 죄, or  시, both of which can sound pretty hard to my ears depending on whose saying them, and yet neither use the "Ch" jamo, . 아이고. 

One thing I have been doing with Talk to Me in Korean that I really like is listening to their day of the week while writing out the example sentences. This obviously helps my pronunciation and listening skills, which in turn gives me a foundation for spelling, but it also has the side benefit of increasing my vocabulary and giving me hints at verb conjugation that I'm sure will come in handy while reading Wikibooks.

In other news, I've discovered that I'm losing my grasp on Hiragana. *Sigh* As if one language wasn't enough.  

Missed me?

I'm Baaaaack!

I've been gone for three weeks, housesitting for my pastor's family. It's been a lot of fun and, quite naturally, a learning experience. For instance, I've discovered I'm not really a cat person. This means that those three months I spent researching cats and cat breeds as a teen, so I could convince my parents to get me a kitten, are pretty much wasted.

Now I need I new retort for dog people.



Okay, oddest moment of the whole she-bang: having a cat jump up on my puzzle and start to eat it.

Best moment: coming "home" on thursdays to a quiet house and a bag of fresh veggies dropped off by some garden fairy.

Tips for when I actually move out: put hot pink sheets on the guest bed. That'll make them wonder.



The house I stayed at was in a neighborhood that puts San Fransisco to shame. It's the hills. It reminded me a lot of the streets of Japan, narrow and twisted, with intersections at impossible angles. Of course, in Japan they have orange mirrors placed in all the really dangerous spots (and in many not so a dangerous spots). These past few weeks, as I've been driving more and more, have made me really long for a good intersection mirror. But I digress.

The house is down a bit from its cul-de-sac by about four steps, placed randomly on the leafy path as if dropped there on the way to the door. In the back of the house, looking out the glass doors to the raised deck, you can see these tall, ivy wrapped columns just rising out of nowhere and going up, up past your field of vision. It's gorgeous and makes you feel like you're in a tree house in some exotic local. So I loved the back of the house. But I think I'd like a bit more sunlight, and having the front built into a hill, and then surrounding it by monstrous trees, doesn't really allow for that.

Every time I go off by myself I'm always shocked to learn that I can eat just about anything. Usually when I say this I mean I'm not picky, but here I mean that I'm lazy. Popcorn, and the olive oil and salt that that implies, was pretty much the staple meal for me. I made bentos at first to take to work, but by last Wednesday they had deteriorated into cheese sandwiches. If  I don't cook dinner then I don't have exciting leftovers, which means I have to put the same old into a box. If I'm going to eat the same old thing, my lazy mind reasons, why not spend two minutes on it instead of thirty? I'd like to think that a rice cooker with a timer would fix this problem, but guns are only effective in the hands of people who know how to use them.

That might have been a jump.

My brain is trying to get me to write about Montpelier, which I visited weeks and weeks ago, my job, which I've had for two months now, and all the books I've been reading. But I'm going to "leave those for another post" as it were, and log of now. I've happy, happy news about my progress with Hangul, so hopefully my next post will be of a more learned variety.

じゃ、またねえ。