<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:56:49.518-07:00</updated><category term='nectarine'/><category term='Sebo'/><category term='melissa perello'/><category term='Londer'/><category term='shave ice'/><category term='gymgirl'/><category term='Husch'/><category term='freezing time'/><category term='fish'/><category term='runners world'/><category term='halo halo'/><category term='ak mak crackers'/><category term='waimea'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='salad'/><category term='pineapples'/><category term='Toulouse Winery'/><category term='Jo-Jo&apos;s'/><category term='michael mina'/><category term='Golden Eye'/><category term='So you think you are food critic'/><category term='Blossoming Lotus'/><category term='kauai'/><category term='Canine'/><category term='winery'/><category term='Greenwood Ridge'/><category term='backyard'/><category term='running skirt'/><category term='Masala'/><category term='passionfruit pie'/><category term='cherimoya'/><category term='douglas keene'/><category term='Mumbai attack'/><category term='cyrus'/><category term='frozen yogurt'/><category term='lilikoi pie'/><category term='green beans'/><category term='uptown girl'/><category term='Allegrini'/><category term='canine pilates'/><category term='mini ramp'/><category term='India'/><category term='sunshine market'/><category term='Navarro'/><category term='desserts'/><category term='lassi'/><category term='turkey'/><category term='shrimp'/><category term='harmony frozen yogurt'/><category term='Roederer'/><category term='date night'/><category term='farmers market'/><category term='Slumdog Millionaire'/><category term='potstickers'/><category term='Handley'/><category term='monday night dinner'/><category term='alone'/><category term='spicy'/><category term='skirtsports'/><category term='lychees'/><category term='Mumbai massacre'/><category term='Scherrer'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='hawaii'/><category term='pork bun'/><category term='Riesling'/><category term='passion fruit pie'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='Turley'/><category term='chikoo'/><category term='Sammie'/><category term='hot weather food'/><category term='Anderson Valley'/><category term='dachshund'/><category term='Dr Andrew Sams'/><category term='Zinfandel'/><category term='cafe st rose'/><category term='tong kee'/><category term='Amarone'/><title type='text'>Tardy to the Table!</title><subtitle type='html'>The musings of an opinionated (and habitually tardy) Culture Vulture on happenings at the dinner table. &lt;i&gt;Usually&lt;/i&gt; thoughts about food &amp; wine, travel, or the pooches that rule my life. &lt;i&gt;Occasionally&lt;/i&gt; rants &amp; raves about films, middle-brow books, or the crazy state of the world we live in.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-3864368187810258433</id><published>2009-04-12T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:26:15.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How dinner made itself AKA the advent of summer!</title><content type='html'>Since we finally made it to our local Farmers' Market today, I knew that summer was finally here! I tasted some sweet ripe California strawberries, the tiniest little clementines, and inhaled the delicately heady aroma of green garlic. Given the relative short season for green garlic, buying them was a no-brainer, but then my brain ached as I worried about how to showcase them without overwhelming them. But inspiration soon hit and it all fell in to place: I found some fresh oyster mushrooms and asparagus,  and on the way home, I stopped by &lt;a href="http://www.traderjoes.com/"&gt;Trader Joe's&lt;/a&gt; (how did I ever cook before TJs?) to pick up some dried pasta, goat cheese and mache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our good friend Michele was over, and we went to work. We roasted the oyster mushrooms with some thinly sliced green garlic, tossed in extra virgin Olive oil, Salt, Pepper and some thyme from the backyard at 350 degrees for about 17-18 minutes - watch to make sure that it does not burn, and use your tongs to move the mushrooms around the cookie sheet a few times. Then we cooked about 1/2 a cup of diced pancetta, poured out the excess,  added 8 oz of mascarpone to the pan, and heated it through, adding the cooked mushrooms to the pan at the very end. In the meantime, the dried pasta (pappardelle in this case, but fettucine or orichette would also work) was cooked al dente and added to the mushroom sauce and served with some grated pecorino romano at the table. Accompanied by a 2001 Scherrer Pinot Noir, it made a sublime dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a warm goat cheese salad and roasted asparagus, but the pasta was so incredible (and so simple!) that it warranted a blog post, at least IMHO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you Michele, for sharing in the inspiration, the cooking and the eating, and most importantly, for being my friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-3864368187810258433?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/3864368187810258433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=3864368187810258433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/3864368187810258433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/3864368187810258433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-dinner-made-itself-aka-advent-of.html' title='How dinner made itself AKA the advent of summer!'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-39401253018898865</id><published>2009-01-28T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:23:44.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbai massacre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbai attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slumdog Millionaire'/><title type='text'>Slumdog Millionaire</title><content type='html'>My friends Dola &amp;amp; Laura asked me what I thought of this much acclaimed film... Frankly, I did not think much of it, and I fail to understand why it has become such a critics' darling. On second thoughts, maybe I have an idea why: it's timing - Slumdog set in Mumbai happened to be released just before the Mumbai massacre in November 2008. And with the world's attention focused on this city and its misfortunes, it is easy to fall in love with this vibrant hopeful movie set in Mumbai, even if it is seriously flawed as a film. Yup, the sympathy factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost it suffers from an identity crisis - it cannot decide whether to be a fable, a fantasy love story or a gritty art house film. It tries to be all of these, plus throws in a healthy dose of Bollywood Music for good measure and mass appeal. Granted, many movies combine genres with great panache, but in order for a such a combination to be successful it has to do so seamlessly. And have a heart. And for me, this is where Slumdog fails. The present day story is inter-cut with events from the Protagonist's past: These flashbacks are intended to explain his current predicament and advance the narrative - however, they end up feeling forced and the back and forth slows down the story significantly, and create a disconnect from the main characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have heard that is extremely violent, you've heard right. And the violence is excessively graphic - so bad, that ultimately I felt numbed by it. In spite of it though, or perhaps because of it, this film succeeds in one very big way: it brings to light the awful and very real living conditions of the slum dwellers in India. And if this helps even a small handful of these children escape those conditions it would be worth it. They don't need to become millionaires, they just need a real lifeline out of there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-39401253018898865?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/39401253018898865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=39401253018898865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/39401253018898865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/39401253018898865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2009/01/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='Slumdog Millionaire'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-8763867415382089256</id><published>2009-01-15T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:43:26.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backyard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freezing time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sammie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>That moment in time</title><content type='html'>My afternoon was pleasantly unremarkable by the standards of most people, but for me it was a very special time. Perhaps the stars had aligned: I happened to be working from home today, on an unseasonably warm January day (~ 69 degrees in the sun) and I happened to be reading a heartwarming book about love and wine &lt;a href="http://www.curledup.com/loveglas.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love by the Glass: Tasting Notes from a Marriage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while taking a very late lunchbreak in our backyard. And my feet were being warmed by our lab Sammie while our sun worshipping dachshund Masala snoozed on her little bed right next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like spring had sprung early: the birds were chirping loudly enough to drown out the traffic outside, the sky was a brilliant cloudless periwinkle, and the callas that had just come into bloom were being ravished by a couple of butterflies. And the best part of all was that my two favorite girls were curled up side by side at my feet. Sammie and Masala are not known for their affinity for each other and it is a rare sight to see them sleeping close enough to touch! I desperately wanted to take a photo to preserve this tableau for posterity, but I knew that getting up to get the camera would ruin the moment. My only choice was to record it in my mind's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when it hit me - this was one of life's most perfect moments - the kind you wish you could bottle and preserve forever. And although I am lucky enough to have experienced a few of those moments with my amazing Sweetie, I cannot say I have ever wanted to freeze time while I was alone (minus other humans that is). And here I was today, experiencing a perfect moment of profoundly peaceful solitude, literally in my own backyard. True self-contentment. It was an enlightening and quietly empowering moment, and I have my dogs to thank for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-8763867415382089256?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/8763867415382089256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=8763867415382089256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/8763867415382089256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/8763867415382089256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-moment-in-time.html' title='That moment in time'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-4399380753371604680</id><published>2008-12-14T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:07:43.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roederer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golden Eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anderson Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greenwood Ridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toulouse Winery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Navarro'/><title type='text'>Anderson Valley: My Happy Place</title><content type='html'>When life gets too hectic, my favorite escape is to the Anderson Valley, specifically to &lt;a href="http://www.sheepdung.com/top.html"&gt;The Other Place &lt;/a&gt;. I wish I could say that it is really my other home, but sadly that is not the case :). It is a dog friendly rental home perched high above the town of Boonville and Hwy 128, and we like to go there once or twice a year for our vacation with the pups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs  get a couple of fenced acres of their own to run around unfettered, and dig for moles and voles to their hearts' content. Sammie likes to swim in the pond, which also doubles as Kevin's Kayaking training area. And then there's a few hundred acres of private land to hike around on. Our favorite cottage is The Oaks, named after a couple of ancient oaks that shade it, and it offers 270 degree views of the mountains that surround Boonville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the bucolic nature of Anderson Valley -- It is green and lush and still a whole lot unspoiled, at least compared to Napa &amp;amp; Sonoma. No fancy tasting rooms, low/ no tasting fees, no attitude, and no drunken frat boys veering wildly on the road. It is mercifully free of fancy hotels and resorts, and celebrity chef restaurants. What is has instead is several very good wineries -- most specializing in dry Alsace Whites and dustier, earthier Pinot Noir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.navarrowine.com/main.php"&gt;Navarro &lt;/a&gt;is a long time favorite of ours and we served some of their dry whites at our wedding - they are also very dog friendly, and have a nice picnic area -- make sure to taste their late harvest dessert wines -- sweet, but with enough acidity to make it interesting. We also like to stop by &lt;a href="http://www.roedererestate.com/TastingRoom.php"&gt;Roederer&lt;/a&gt; (preferable to go during the week when it's less crowded) &lt;a href="http://greenwoodridge.com/winery.htm"&gt;Greenwood Ridge &lt;/a&gt;(the prettiest picnic area, and a very cool tasting room designed by one of Wright's disciples), &lt;a href="http://www.handleycellars.com/index.jsp"&gt;Handley&lt;/a&gt; Cellars (with a female wine maker making some kick-ass wines) and &lt;a href="http://huschvineyards.com/"&gt;Husch&lt;/a&gt; (their lighter white and dessert wines are a great value) and a comparatively new presence in the area: Zine Hyde Cunningham. I would be remiss not to mention, &lt;a href="http://www.goldeneyewinery.com/"&gt;Golden Eye &lt;/a&gt;- they are the pinot arm of the venerable Duckhorn empire, but that venerability comes at a slightly higher price, at least by Anderson Valley standards. It is certainly worth visiting, especially if you can do a tasting in their beautiful outdoor tasting area overlooking the vineyards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our latest winery discoveries in this area are two of our favorites next to Navarro, and definitely fall in the not-to-be-missed category. And it is not just because they are really nice dog people, but also because they make great wines and are warm and welcoming when you visit. The first is &lt;a href="http://www.londervineyards.com/catalog/"&gt;Londer&lt;/a&gt; - chances are you will be tasting with Shirlee Londer in her kitchen, with her dogs at your feet. My favorite is their dry Gewurtaziminer but I also like their syrahs and pinots, especially the Anderson Valley Pinot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd is &lt;a href="http://toulousevineyards.com/index.php?option=com_frontpage&amp;amp;Itemid=1"&gt;Toulouse&lt;/a&gt;, which we found entirely by accident&lt;a href="http://toulousevineyards.com/index.php?option=com_frontpage&amp;amp;Itemid=1"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;since they were one of the last ones open at the end of an afternoon of wine tasting. We really liked their wines and enjoyed talking to the owner, Vern, and his friends and bought a couple of bottles. The next day we went back and retasted the wines to make sure that our judgement had not been impaired the previous evening. We liked the wines almost as much, and bought quite a bit more. We have pretty much drunk our way through our Toulouse stash, and recently when I called to see if we could restock, learned that they had sold out of all our favorites. And that is also when I looked through their website and discovered that some their wines had been reviewed very favorably by both the Wine Spectator and SF Chronicle. Go Vern, we said, but we were just a little bit sad that it was no longer "our" secret winery. But we are happy at their most deserved success and wish them all the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-4399380753371604680?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/4399380753371604680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=4399380753371604680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/4399380753371604680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/4399380753371604680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/12/anderson-valley-my-happy-place.html' title='Anderson Valley: My Happy Place'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-8250803670176274964</id><published>2008-12-13T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:48:12.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sebo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scherrer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monday night dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melissa perello'/><title type='text'>Date Night Dinner with Melissa Perello</title><content type='html'>Kevin and I like to do monthly date nights. You know, keeping the romance alive, getting away from the daily grind and all that good stuff. Oh yeah, and creating an opportunity to indulge in culinary decadence of some sort on a monthly basis ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December's date night happened to fall on a Monday -- one of those Mondays when Melissa Perello (former chef of &lt;a href="http://http://www.fifthfloorrestaurant.com/index.php"&gt;Fifth Floor &lt;/a&gt;Restaurant) happened to be serving one of her $45 four-course dinners at Sebo. Turns out that she misses feeding a restaurant crowd (her new restaurant Frances is in the planning stages) enough to start serving a pre-fixe dinner to a reservations-only crowd on Monday nights when the restaurant is normally closed.And we also happened to snag a reservation for what apparently is rather a hot ticket in this foodcrazed town. And frankly, it wasn't even that hard - I read about it on tablehopper (or was it the Chron?), immediately joined Melissa's email list, and then responded with our reservation request as soon as she announced the dates for December! Easy Peasy... and I told myself that finally I had discovered an upside to working a lot - one can respond to important emails like these as soon as they are received!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had reservations for the 2nd seating at 8:15pm (the first one is at 6pm would be way too early for us -- and I can see my friend Laura shaking her head in dismay at this!) and showed up at the restaurant, miraculously on time. We made our way through the small throng smoking just outside the door -- majority of the guests that night appeared to be from the bay area restaurant industry, and they were busy socializing with each other and with the servers sneaking in a quick smoke break before start of service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were greeted warmly and seated promptly at table 1A, close enough to watch some of the plating action in the open kitchen. This was my first visit to Sebo -- I could not find a website for it, but rumor has it that it serves very pristine and very pricey sushi on other nights in its true incarnation as a sushi joint, and is quite popular in foodie circles. Rumor also has it that Danny, one of the co-owners of Sebo, who is not at all coincidentally Melissa Perello's current arm-candy, also happens to be rather hunky eye-candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant is located in a smallish space with mellow lighting and soothingly uncluttered modern decor in a vaguely Japanese vein. The music playing on the night of our visit is probably best described as danceclub-ish, but thankfully just the thump thump thump of the bass beat was the only thing audible, and it was easy to have a conversation at the table.&lt;br /&gt;The pleasantly unobtrusive but very capable service continued after we were seated and throughout the meal. Given that most of the staff working that night had also worked with Melissa at The Fifth Floor, it was not at all surprising that the service was at least a notch or two above what one could reasonably expect at this price point. Once we got the mildly annoying "bottled or tap/ fizzy or flat water" question out of the way, we were presented with the night's menu: 4 courses for $45 with no choices, based upon whatever was fresh at the previous days' Farmers Markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with lightly fried almonds - simple but yummy, salty crunchy and warm -- what's not to like? And not too filling - a much better alternative for starting the meal than bread or chips. Already excited at the prospect of a nice meal with a very reasonable $10 corkage, we were even more excited to see roast suckling pig as the main course. We requested the waiter open the bottle of 2001 &lt;a href="http://www.scherrerwinery.com/index.htm"&gt;Scherrer&lt;/a&gt; RRV Pinot that we had brought with us. It was smooth with muted but discernible fruit, and just enough mild tannins and acidity to be a good food wine -- once again I was reminded why I like drinking wines, and why I love drinking Fred Scherrer's wines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first course of roasted caramelized squash with pickled (and crunchy) currants with a sherry vinaigrette was the highlight of the meal for me - the contrast of the sweet squash with the sourness of the vinaigrette and and the interplay of soft and crunchy textures was just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next course was a dungeness crab soup with chunks of very fresh tasting crab - a great way to showcase our local crab which has just come into season. The accompanying mini creme fraiche biscuits stole the show however - the warm, flaky, buttery golden orbs were just irresistible, and it did not matter that they were a bit too heavy for the rather thin soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main course of roasted suckling pig was perfectly cooked, but a bit bland and overly fatty for my taste. I needed the accompanying scalloped potatoes and braised kale in every bite to "brighten" up my meat, but given its perfect symbiosis with our mellow aged pinot noir, I had no complaints. However, in the absence of the wine I might have been slightly less thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dessert course was a light and buttery brioche bread pudding with distinct savory notes and it would have been nice with the black tea we asked for, but sadly none could be located. The bread pudding was served with a babyfood textured applesauce that did little to enhance it -- I would have much preferred a scoop of ice cream or caramelized apple slices instead. But my real quibble is that this applesauce was referred to as "apple confit" on the menu. Confit - pray why I ask? Confit = preserve in fat, or in the cases of fruit, perhaps candied. This apple sauce was neither -- even my lazy microwave apple sauce tastes far better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, my disappointment did not last long - the peanut brittle served at the end with our check more than made up for the lacklustre bread pudding. Made from the chef's grandmother's recipe, it was crunchy and yummy, with just the right balance of sweet and salty, and since my date dislikes brittle, I was more than happy to eat both our shares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a very pleasant experience at a reasonable price -- particularly, the white tablecloth service at no-tablecloth prices. I am not the sort to be star-struck but I enjoyed the opportunity to comment about the meal to a celebrity chef right after she had prepared and served it to us (she stopped by all the tables at the end). I hope she was not offended by my comment that she should consider selling the cool burlap aprons that she had made for her wait- staff. And, if you are interested in repeating the experience, hurry up and email &lt;a href="mailto:monday_night@me.com"&gt;monday_night@me.com&lt;/a&gt; - you never know when she will stop doing these fun intimate one-of-a-kind dinners!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-8250803670176274964?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/8250803670176274964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=8250803670176274964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/8250803670176274964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/8250803670176274964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/12/date-night-dinner-with-melissa-perello.html' title='Date Night Dinner with Melissa Perello'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-8429305844104562471</id><published>2008-11-21T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:55:30.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mother of all thanksgiving meals!</title><content type='html'>Needless to say, I had a blast playing a food critic! I've linked the sfgate article with all the recipes, details and photos, and here's my personal play by play from the SF Chron Turkey Tasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with a soup from each of the chefs: a chestnut-pumpkin soup with pumpernickel croutons from Mina and a meyer lemon-miso broth served with a cranberry-goji berry relish from Keane. Mina was the winner in this round, hands down. I normally don't like chestnuts but this soup was somehow differerent. For starters, it had a lovely velvety texture, and it wasn't super creamy. I also enjoyed the fresh sage and thyme accents - strong enough to be noticable, but subtle enough to not overpower the delicate main flavors. And lastly there was the satisfying crunch of the pumpernickel croutons - a lovely counterpoint in both texture and taste, and adding just the right amount of umami. My only quibble -- the portion served was both too large and too heavy for the start of a multi-course holiday meal! A tiny portion of this soup would make a decent starter, but it would probably be best served as the centerpiece of a simple winter supper, with some crusty bread and a simple salad. And I learned an interesting trick: using water pitchers to serve the soup was so efficient and easy, that I was ready to run home and throw out all my ladles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keane's soup was thin and salty (and unlike any miso soup I have tasted inside or outside Japan) and strangely one dimensional. Too much umami perhaps? The best and most interesting aspect of this dish was the contrast of the warm salty broth with the cool sour-sweet relish, but even that was not enough to save it. In my book, this was a flop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came the turkey -- separately confit-ed breast and leg from Mina, and a Hoisin Sauce glazed breast with a confit turkey leg from Keane. I was excited to try the confit-ed parts from both chefs but less excited about the Hoisin Sauced version. But once I had tasted Chef Keane's turkey, I was a convert to both turkey and hoisin sauce. As many of you know, I had never tasted a turkey that floated my boat, though the deep fried version made by some friends from North California came close! This turkey breast was flavorful, tender and lacked the signature overcooked turkey smell -- it was unlike any other turkey (or any meat for that matter) that I have ever eaten! And his hoisin glaze was light and balanced and added just the right amount of flavor to the meat, and it wasn't too bitter, too sweet or too salty like the commerially prepared hoisin sauces I had previously encountered in restaurants and on the shelves of my local Asian grocery stores. The confit-ed leg was also yummy, and very tasty and forktender, just like all good confit should be. Needless to say, I cleaned my plate --something I have never done at any previous thanksgiving dinner. But then, I had also never eaten a thanksgiving meal cooked by a 4 star chef until now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mina's turkey was a complete contrast: the confit-ed breast was not only slightly dry, but also tasted and smelled like many a turkey I had disliked in the past. The leg was slightly better, but it could hardly hold a candle to the superior bird cooked by Chef Keane. My first thought: wow, what a waste of 5 lbs of duck fat. My 2nd thought: even 4 star chefs have bad days. And my third and most evil thought: Mina could stand take lessons in turkey cookery from Keane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chefs were pretty equal in the stuffing catergory - Keane's fluffy sushi rice stuffing won points for originality with unusual ingredients like cilantro,chinese sausage and dried shrimp. I could have done without the dried shrimp which had burnt to bitter crispness in areas, but otherwise it was excellent. Mina's stuffing was more traditional but no less yummy! And unlike his turkey, his stuffing was not your mother's stuffing (unless your mother is an accomplished chef that is) - made with brioche, pecans, dried cranberries and several fresh herbs and baked and served in individual ramekins -- it was the best rendering of traditional stuffing I've ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came to the required side vegetable, Keane's roasted brussell sprouts with candied kumquats won hands down in both the originality and taste categories. All the judges (including yours truly)&lt;br /&gt;loved this dish and many of us felt this would be the dish we would be most likely to attempt at home. On the other hand, Mina's sweet potato-carrot puree was a toss up between glorified (aka highly buttered!) baby food and the salted version of my sweet potato pie filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, we had the desserts: The quince clafouti/cobbler with star anise (the recipe published on sfgate uses ginger instead) icecream from Mina had a slight edge due its contrast of sweet and sour flavors, however it would have been even better without the streusel topping which made it way too sweet for me. Keane's pumpkin custard pie with green cardamom icecream was a fantastic dessert too, but perhaps a tad too sweet a combination for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a sweet ending it was to the most memorable thanksgiving meal of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-8429305844104562471?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/11/18/FD67140B3E.DTL#recipe' title='The mother of all thanksgiving meals!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/8429305844104562471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=8429305844104562471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/8429305844104562471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/8429305844104562471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/11/mother-of-all-thanksgiving-meals.html' title='The mother of all thanksgiving meals!'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-2321650420558936779</id><published>2008-11-17T22:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:42:49.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael mina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douglas keene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cyrus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So you think you are food critic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey'/><title type='text'>So, do I want to be a food critic?</title><content type='html'>The San Francisco Chronicle article asked if I wanted to be a food critic. Duh, doesn't everyone? I am surely not in the least bit shy about expressing my opinions, especially about food, so I figured "why not?" and threw my proverbial hat into the ring. The prize: to be chosen as one of the six judges for the paper's annual Turkey Training Camp. This year's event was planned as an Iron Chef style battle of the chefs, the chefs being Michael Mina and Douglas Keene of Cyrus. I had enjoyed Michael Mina's eponymous restaurant &lt;a href="http://www.michaelmina.net/michaelmina_sanfrancisco/"&gt;http://www.michaelmina.net/michaelmina_sanfrancisco/&lt;/a&gt; but saying that I loved the food at Cyrus restaurant in Healdsburg &lt;a href="http://www.cyrusrestaurant.com/"&gt;http://www.cyrusrestaurant.com/&lt;/a&gt;would be an understatement!&lt;br /&gt;So, when Stacy from the Chronicle called  to congratulate me, I was elated (another understatement)! I was ready to be wooed by the Turkey and trimmings made by these two famous chefs - hoping they could change my mind about turkey: dry, tasteless, and infused with a strange unpleasant smell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally November 3rd dawned, rainy and dreary. By some strange coincidence, it was the day that one of my foster dogs was getting picked up by her new family. Just as I had sent her off, and shed the requisite tears as I waved my goodbye, my other foster dog Clark mysteriously started spraying blood! Thankfully, my sweetie was willing to rush him to the vet so that I could make it to the Chronicle offices in San Francisco on time. And I was so eager to be there, that my normally tardy self actually made it to their table with 20 minutes to spare! Wow, I said to myself, "I sure hope this bodes well!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my fellow judges, got a tour of the Food Department, and then we got to meet the chefs. Sadly, they had already finished cooking, so we didn't get to experience that part of the Iron Chef competition. But their food was ready for us to dig into, so my sadness was very shortlived as we were presented with first the menus, and then the food! There wasn't going to be any wine pairings and all we had was  water to cleanse our palates, but that was just fine with me. I was ready to start my critiquing career!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a memorable meal, or rather 2 memorable meals! The Chronicle made us judges promise not to scoop them and steal their thunder, so I will update you all on the meals in the next installment right after the Chronicle article is published on November 19th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-2321650420558936779?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/10/07/FD0G13B0ES.DTL' title='So, do I want to be a food critic?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/2321650420558936779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=2321650420558936779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/2321650420558936779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/2321650420558936779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-do-i-want-to-be-food-critic.html' title='So, do I want to be a food critic?'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-1530769538413473283</id><published>2008-07-16T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:25:37.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skirtsports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uptown girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running skirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gymgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='runners world'/><title type='text'>The Running Skirt Revolution?</title><content type='html'>Some of you have surely heard of this new craze in the fitness world by now: the running skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe this month's &lt;a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-369-371--12738-3-1X2X3-4,00.html"&gt;Runner's World &lt;/a&gt;, they are taking the world by storm, and are a must have for active fashionistas. I was surprised to see the large variety they had found to review, but most of them were pretty pricey at $40-$60. But the biggest proof that you will soon be seeing them in malls across America -- Target now carries not one, but a whole line of running skirts in their C9 line, and at $20, they are a bit more affordable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curious among us might be wondering how are these much touted (in the press, on blogs, by friends) garments different from our mother's skorts? For starters, the running skirts are not so much a hybrid, as an actual skirt that looks like a real skirt both going and coming, and most of them come with built-in shorts/ panties of some sort. Most of them are also made of stretchy, wicking hi-tec fabric, and do feel cooler than even my thinnest yoga pants (including those made of wicking fabrics). But their biggest attraction to most of us is that not only does the running skirt break the monotony of our exercise wear, but they also look cool and make us feel sassy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine swears by the &lt;a href="http://www.skirtsportsoutlet.com/"&gt;SkirtsSport Outlet&lt;/a&gt; so as a slave to research (and yes, a sometime slave to fashion!) I ordered their "gymgirl" and "marathongirl" and even purchased a C9 version from Target. My verdict on all three: too damn short! If they are too short on my 5' frame, how must they be on normal sized women? Or perhaps I am too self-conscious? Now keep in mind, I am a prime candidate for starring on "What not to wear" since I often run errands before or after working out &lt;em&gt;in my gym clothes! (&lt;/em&gt;perhaps reprehensible to some, but it does save me time and gas, and I am all about efficiency and multi-tasking!) Plus my gym happens to be located at my work, so it is a little uncomfortable to run into your VP in a 3 inch long skirt that barely covers them thighs, irrespective of how well sculptured said thighs might be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, Skirtsports does not do refunds on outlet items, so I decided to splurge on the &lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://skirtsports.com/products/SP08-uptown-girl.cfm"&gt;uptown girl&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in exchange for the previous purchases, with the rationale that it could also do double duty as versatile vacation wear. I have to admit I like the Uptown Girl - it covers my thighs, and will come along on the next vacation. However, here is the catch: while it is great for running or hiking or the elliptical machine, it is useless on bikes, and even more useless for serious stretching or weight-training (leg-press, anyone?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I rock my running skirt only 2-3 times of a week instead of daily as I had hoped. And though it failed to revolutionize my life as claimed in many a fitness magazine and blog, it does add that little bit of pizzazz to my mood and a definite sass to my walk, and that is worth its weight in gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-1530769538413473283?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/1530769538413473283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=1530769538413473283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/1530769538413473283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/1530769538413473283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/07/running-skirt-revolution.html' title='The Running Skirt Revolution?'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-82088481554063502</id><published>2008-07-04T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:22:59.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk and Talk at the Same Time?</title><content type='html'>Yes, that's what we do on the San Francisco City Walking Tours put on by City Guides. Well, the (volunteer) Guide does most of the talking, and we all do the walking as we learn choice morsels of San Francisco or California History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that both Kevin and I are history/ architecture geeks and trivia junkies, it is pretty close to heaven for us. Throw in a meal before or after the tour in our favorite foodie town, and we are happy as clams. And since San Francisco is fairly hilly, the tours also double as mild to moderate exercise. We often bring visiting friends or relatives on these and sometimes even manage to drag local friends/ family and a dog or two, thereby satisfying my almost primal need to multi-task. What more could I possibly ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes aside, these tours are truly an amazing way to enjoy The City and learn more about its checkered past (and often more checkered present). They are offered year round, are free(though donations are suggested) and run by an entirely volunteer staff and guides. Check them out &lt;a href="http://www.sfcityguides.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I promise you won't be disappointed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-82088481554063502?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/82088481554063502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=82088481554063502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/82088481554063502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/82088481554063502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/07/walk-and-talk-at-same-time.html' title='Walk and Talk at the Same Time?'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-4209170472320856206</id><published>2008-07-04T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:39:27.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrimp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spicy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green beans'/><title type='text'>Easy Spicy Shrimp and Easier Not-So-Spicy Green Beans</title><content type='html'>By popular request, here are some "India friendly" recipes. For anyone else, you will find AamChoor (Green Mango Powder) and Chaat Masala (a mix of certain Indian spices) at your friendly Neighborhood Indian Grocery Store or online. Email me if you can't find it, and I will try to get some to you by US Mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spicy Oven Baked Shrimp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aam choor (can substitute with lemon or lime juice to taste)&lt;br /&gt;Chaat Masala (can substitute with cumin powder + coriander powder +ginger powder+garam masala)&lt;br /&gt;Red Onion (or yellow,white, green if your heart desires)&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Garlic or to taste&lt;br /&gt;Olive oil or any mild vegetable oil (or even mustard oil if you so dare!)&lt;br /&gt;Salt&lt;br /&gt;Green (serrano) chillis&lt;br /&gt;cilantro (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 375 degrees if cooking shrimp or 475 degrees if making fish&lt;br /&gt;Mix all the above ingredients together in the food processor to make a wet rub. It should be of spreadable consistency. Taste and adjust seasonings as necessary. If necessary add a smidgeon of sugar or splenda to balance the taste. The rub should be fairly strong tasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix the wet rub with tail-on raw shrimp or apply the rub liberally to both sides of any firm fleshed fish filet (salmon, halibut, sea bass and bake in the oven. Spread the shrimp or fish or lightly oiled cookie sheets, taking care not to crowd them. Bake in the oven until almost done as it will continue to cook even after it comes out of the oven. A couple of pounds of shrimp will cook in as little as 4-5 minutes, and a lb of salmon in about 8 minutes (4 minutes per side). Serve warm, accompanied by a white or sparkling wine with some residual sugar for maximum impact. This would likely also work pretty well with most light beers, or any fruity cocktails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Easy Peasy Roasted Green Beans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Beans -- about a lb&lt;br /&gt;Olive oil&lt;br /&gt;salt, preferably coarsely ground or non-iodized sea salt&lt;br /&gt;black pepper, freshly ground&lt;br /&gt;Lots of peeled garlic cloves, at least 6-8 large ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toss all the ingredients, and roast in a preheated 350 degree oven for 12 minutes. Take out of the oven, retoss the green beans, for another 12-15 minutes until cooked through, and parts are lightly browned/golden. Serve warm or cold as a side dish or a cocktail snack. Goes well with many lighter red wines, and almost all white/sparkling wines that have some acidity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-4209170472320856206?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/4209170472320856206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=4209170472320856206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/4209170472320856206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/4209170472320856206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-are-few-of-my-favorite-recipes.html' title='Easy Spicy Shrimp and Easier Not-So-Spicy Green Beans'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-4961304368463665501</id><published>2008-07-02T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:08:14.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amarone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allegrini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toulouse Winery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riesling'/><title type='text'>wines, wonks, and weddings</title><content type='html'>How do wine wonks celebrate their wedding anniversaries? In the wonkiest possible way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was the long deliberations about where to go... the criteria were hardly modest: it had to have a good wine list, it has to have good food to match the wine, it has to be a good value, and be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caltrain&lt;/span&gt;-able. The first 2 are not that hard to do in the San Francisco Bay area, but the third condition combined with the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was a toughie. After extensive research, I narrowed down my list to: Bar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tartine&lt;/span&gt;, Bar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Crudo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CAV&lt;/span&gt;, South Food and Wine Bar, and The Dining Room at the Ritz Carlton. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CAV&lt;/span&gt; was doing a tasting of older &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rieslings&lt;/span&gt;, so that finally won out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then my lovely husband of 2 years came home after work, and remarked how beautiful it was in the backyard. And it was pretty warm to boot! So, out the window went all the research, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CAV&lt;/span&gt; was shelved for another day. Besides, we had gotten married in our backyard 2 years to the day, our dogs had been part of wedding party, and we still had the wedding music &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;play list&lt;/span&gt; on semi-frequent rotation on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;. What a sweet little opportunity to recreate the magic -- how could we let it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rooted through our fridge and cellar for something worthy of our anniversary celebrations. We found some spicy roasted shrimp and some sweet roasted peppers (recipes coming soon) that went nicely with a 2006 Toulouse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Riesling&lt;/span&gt; (rich &amp;amp; balanced, slightly oily on the palate, off dry -- nice!!) and a couple of chunks of petit basque and aged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;manchego&lt;/span&gt; and some lightly salted cashews to match a 1999 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Allegrini&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Amarone&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Riesling&lt;/span&gt; was lovely (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Toulouse&lt;/span&gt; is fast becoming one of our favorite wineries) but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Amarone&lt;/span&gt; just blew us both away. It was a classic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Amarone&lt;/span&gt; - a dry wine with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;raisiny&lt;/span&gt; nose reminiscent of a tawny port, it was smooth and unctuous with nary a tannin in sight, and IMHO at its peak drinking age. It was everything I had expected it to be, and a little bit more! When I have such high expectations from something, it often fails to live up to it, but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Allegrini&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Amarone&lt;/span&gt; was a happy exception to the rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the geekiest and best part was.....ta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;...me reading aloud articles about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Amarone&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Riesling&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hedonist-Cellar-Adventures-Wine/dp/1400044820"&gt;Hedonist in the Cellar&lt;/a&gt; as we sat sipping our wines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a magical night -- the moon was just barely visible among the clouds, the jasmine &amp;amp; honeysuckle smelled heavenly, our 3 dogs were relaxing around us (technically, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Masala&lt;/span&gt; was sitting on my lap, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Junnu&lt;/span&gt; was playing soccer with Kevin, and Sammie was scrounging for scraps :)), and our wedding music was playing softly in the background. In my mind, it was the perfect way to celebrate the now, while looking back on the wedding and other sweet memories of the past, and looking forward to the not-too-distant future and our trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Veneto&lt;/span&gt; to see the making of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Amarone&lt;/span&gt; in person. I could not have asked for a better or sweeter celebration!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-4961304368463665501?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/4961304368463665501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=4961304368463665501' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/4961304368463665501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/4961304368463665501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/07/wines-wonks-and-weddings.html' title='wines, wonks, and weddings'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-6318444802703085370</id><published>2008-06-24T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:01:28.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happy Place: The Anderson Valley (and its Wineries)</title><content type='html'>When life gets too hectic, my favorite escape is to the Anderson Valley, specifically to &lt;a href="http://www.sheepdung.com/top.html"&gt;The Other Place &lt;/a&gt;. I wish I could say that it is really my other home, but sadly that is not the case :). It is a dog friendly rental home perched high above the town of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boonville&lt;/span&gt; and Hwy 128, and we like to go there once or twice a year for our vacation -with-the-pups. They get a couple of fenced acres of their own to run around unfettered, and dig for moles and voles to their hearts' content. Sammie likes to swim in the pond, which also doubles as Kevin's Kayaking training area. And then there's a few hundred acres of private land to hike around on. Our favorite cottage is The Oaks, named after a couple of ancient oaks that shade it, and it offers 270 degree views of the mountains that surround &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Boonville.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the bucolic Anderson Valley -- It is green and lush and still a whole lot unspoiled, at least compared to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Napa&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sonoma&lt;/span&gt;. No fancy tasting rooms, low/ no tasting fees, no attitude, and no drunken frat boys veering wildly on the road. It is mercifully free of fancy hotels and resorts, and celebrity chef restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is has instead is several very good wineries -- most specializing in dry Alsace Whites and dustier, earthier &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pinot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Noir&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://www.navarrowine.com/main.php"&gt;Navarro &lt;/a&gt;is a long time favorite of ours and we served some of their dry whites at our wedding - they are also very dog friendly, and have a nice picnic area -- make sure to taste their late harvest dessert wines -- sweet, but with enough acidity to make it interesting. We also like to stop by &lt;a href="http://www.roedererestate.com/TastingRoom.php"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Roederer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (preferable to go during the week when it's less crowded) &lt;a href="http://greenwoodridge.com/winery.htm"&gt;Greenwood Ridge &lt;/a&gt;(the prettiest picnic area, and a very cool tasting room designed by one of Wright's disciples), &lt;a href="http://www.handleycellars.com/index.jsp"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Handley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cellars (with a female wine maker making some kick-ass wines) and &lt;a href="http://huschvineyards.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Husch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (their lighter white and dessert wines are a great value) and a comparatively new presence in the area: Zine Hyde Cunningham. I would be remiss not to mention, &lt;a href="http://www.goldeneyewinery.com/"&gt;Golden Eye &lt;/a&gt;- they are the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pinot&lt;/span&gt; arm of the venerable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Duckhorn&lt;/span&gt; empire, but that venerability comes at a slightly higher price, at least by Anderson Valley standards. It is certainly worth visiting, especially if you can do a tasting in their beautiful outdoor tasting area overlooking the vineyards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our latest winery discoveries here are two of our favorites next to Navarro, and definitely fall in the category of not-to-be-missed.  And it is not just because they are really nice dog people, but also because they make great wines and are warm and welcoming when you visit. The first is &lt;a href="http://www.londervineyards.com/catalog/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Londer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - chances are you will be tasting with Shirlee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Londer&lt;/span&gt; in her kitchen, with her dogs at your feet. My favorite is their dry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Gewurtaziminer&lt;/span&gt; but I also like their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;syrahs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pinots&lt;/span&gt;, especially the Anderson Valley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Pinot&lt;/span&gt;. The 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;a href="http://toulousevineyards.com/index.php?option=com_frontpage&amp;amp;Itemid=1"&gt; Toulouse&lt;/a&gt;, which we found entirely by accident&lt;a href="http://toulousevineyards.com/index.php?option=com_frontpage&amp;amp;Itemid=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; since they were one of the last ones open at the end of an afternoon of wine tasting. We really liked their wines and enjoyed talking to the owner, Vern, and his friends and bought a couple of bottles. The next day we went back and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;retasted&lt;/span&gt; the wines to make sure that our judgement had not been impaired the previous evening. We liked the wines almost as much, and bought quite a bit more. We have pretty much drunk our way through our Toulouse stash, and recently when I called to see if we could restock, learned that they had sold out of all our favorites. And that is also when I looked through their website and discovered that some their wines had been reviewed very favorably by both the Wine Spectator and SF Chronicle. Go Vern, we said, but we were just a little bit sad that it was no longer "our" secret winery. But we are happy at their most deserved success and wish them all the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-6318444802703085370?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/6318444802703085370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=6318444802703085370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/6318444802703085370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/6318444802703085370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-happy-place-anderson-valley-and-its.html' title='My Happy Place: The Anderson Valley (and its Wineries)'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-7604112503503809848</id><published>2008-06-24T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:02:04.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A warm salad for a cold day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZA76LP7v9c/SGHE5W5P5EI/AAAAAAAABaQ/y_FLgUwBE0U/s1600-h/Masala+blue+knit+sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215666333149029442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZA76LP7v9c/SGHE5W5P5EI/AAAAAAAABaQ/y_FLgUwBE0U/s320/Masala+blue+knit+sweater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;True to form, the weather here now has cooled down to the point of being categorised as sweatshirt weather in the evenings and early mornings. In other words, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Masala&lt;/span&gt; is sporting one of her now famous sweaters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I made a warm salad, or at least a salad that warms me up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The World's Easiest Goat Cheese Salad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Several Handfuls of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mache&lt;/span&gt; or watercress (very tender baby spinach or baby arugula could be possible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;substitutes&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Several clementines or mandarins peeled and "strings''removed, or segmented oranges (Though to me segmented oranges are not synonymous with any "easy" recipe) or even canned mandarins in a pinch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Finely shaved slices of sweet red onions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;or shallots&lt;/span&gt; (optional) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Spicy Pecans from Trader Joe's (or lightly roasted pecans/ walnuts plus a tiny bit of crushed red pepper or cayenne or a couple of flavored croutons) - ground coarsely using a mortar-pestle or any similar implement of your choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*a small log of goat cheese &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preheat your oven or toaster oven to 350.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place the nuts on a side of  a large cutting board. Cut or divvy up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;goatcheese&lt;/span&gt; into about 1 to 2 Tb portions, and shape each into a disk no more than 1/3 inch thick. Break each disk into half and roll it in the crushed nuts. Shape it back into a disk again and roll it in the nuts again to make all outside surfaces are covered, and be sure to  press the nut bits (he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt; he)  into the cheese. Set aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now make your easy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;peasy&lt;/span&gt; dressing: Add freshly squeezed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;meyer&lt;/span&gt; lemon juice (or a mix or lemon and orange juice, or even plain lemon juice if you like) to a small jar with a tight fitting lid. Add sugar or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;splenda&lt;/span&gt;, salt, pepper and cayenne to taste and shake vigorously to mix. Add Extra Virgin Olive Oil to taste. I like 1/3 as much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;EVOO&lt;/span&gt; as the juice, but if you like your dressings oilier, you can use a 50-50 ratio of juice to oil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place the previously prepared cheese disks on a non-stick cookie sheet and place in the oven. Set your timer to three minutes, and start tossing your salad of greens, oranges and optional onion/shallot. Divide the salad onto  individual plates (or large pasta bowls like I do). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as the timer goes off check the cheese to see if it is just slightly melted, and warm to the touch (If it is too melted, you will need to set your oven to 300 next time.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place a disk on each plate on top of the salad and serve immediately. And more importantly, be sure to eat it immediately!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;appetit&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-7604112503503809848?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/7604112503503809848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=7604112503503809848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/7604112503503809848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/7604112503503809848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/06/warm-salad-for-cold-day.html' title='A warm salad for a cold day'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZA76LP7v9c/SGHE5W5P5EI/AAAAAAAABaQ/y_FLgUwBE0U/s72-c/Masala+blue+knit+sweater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-4060188257887276981</id><published>2008-06-24T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:02:05.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canine pilates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr Andrew Sams'/><title type='text'>Did I just hear you say Canine Pilates?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZA76LP7v9c/SGG_vPYALxI/AAAAAAAABaI/_6bACRK-tak/s1600-h/masala+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215660661773709074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZA76LP7v9c/SGG_vPYALxI/AAAAAAAABaI/_6bACRK-tak/s320/masala+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZA76LP7v9c/SGG_oU2_K5I/AAAAAAAABaA/PRWoBOVy4Kw/s1600-h/masala+wedding1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215660542986759058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZA76LP7v9c/SGG_oU2_K5I/AAAAAAAABaA/PRWoBOVy4Kw/s320/masala+wedding1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZA76LP7v9c/SGG_fLxSs1I/AAAAAAAABZ4/wUNbQtmKEPU/s1600-h/masala+wedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215660385928131410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZA76LP7v9c/SGG_fLxSs1I/AAAAAAAABZ4/wUNbQtmKEPU/s320/masala+wedding2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZA76LP7v9c/SGG_WFyTORI/AAAAAAAABZw/03kpBbYKjrU/s1600-h/Masala+ghomta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215660229702924562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZA76LP7v9c/SGG_WFyTORI/AAAAAAAABZw/03kpBbYKjrU/s320/Masala+ghomta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Did I just hear you say Canine Pilates?" Yes, that was my reaction last week when Masala (my 13 year old wirehaired dachshund diva extraordinaire pictured here) went to see the Doggy Orthopedist. As many of you know, Masala is the "mini" love of my life, what some might call my soul dog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a client of Dr Andrew Sams, &lt;a href="http://andrewsamsclinic.com/"&gt;http://andrewsamsclinic.com/&lt;/a&gt;who is not only an extraordinary doctor, but also a nice guy. He checked her out, pronounced her in fine shape and attributed her slowing down to her age. And he had a solution to the slight problem with her spine (after all she is a doxie!) - rest and then rehab. Resting we had done for the last 6-8 weeks, and now it was time for rehab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So off we went -- to see Sarah Johnson, his rehab specialist. Sarah has a Masters in Canine Rehab and used to be a a pilates teacher in a previous life. And she is the one that suggested doing Pilates and related exercises with Masala to build up her core. Now, I have been trying to build up my core as well, so I thought "hurray, we can do this together", and had visions of rebonding over sweaty sessions at the Pilates Studio. I even had quasi-matching outfits picked out for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reality thankfully (and I can just hear my husband thanking the 330,000 Indian Gods that he does not even believe in!) turned out to be a little bit different. It was determined that Masala is too little (she is only 9 lbs, and her legs are barely 3 inches tall) to do most of the exercises on the "Canine Pilates DVD" that Sarah has put together. Same with the equipment in her exercise studio. Necessity being the mother of invention, we had to improvise. First Masala was made to walk around on exercise mats of different thicknesses and densities, and with different levels of squishiness. Then she had to walk all over&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; and balance herself on, a wobble-board &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000G0ON2U"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000G0ON2U&lt;/a&gt;, fitness disks of different heights &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Natural-Fitness-Balance-Disc-Rock/dp/B000OENSWY"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Natural-Fitness-Balance-Disc-Rock/dp/B000OENSWY&lt;/a&gt;, and lastly the BOSU &lt;a href="https://www.bosu.com/scripts/cgiip.exe/WService=bosu/story.html"&gt;https://www.bosu.com/scripts/cgiip.exe/WService=bosu/story.html&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;(Disclaimer: I am not connected to the sale of these in any way :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny, my butt hardly fits on the BOSU, and here she was walking around on it! And whereas I can barely balance myself on any of these objects, Masala walked around on them like Nadia Comaneci on the balance beams. She pranced around like she belonged there and had been practising as long as Nadia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We concluded the session with a nice relaxing massage for Masala as Sarah showed me how to do this at home. And guess what, just like me, Masala is only able to partially relax on the massage table. As she worked on Masala, Sarah told me "Wow, this little one has some really well muscled hamstrings!" Ummm, swell! I have been trying to build up &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; hamstrings forever, but they are still puny shrivelled little twigs, while my quads have begun to look more like miniature tree trunks. And Masala has nice hamstrings without even trying? But then nobody ever said life was fair, did they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-4060188257887276981?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/4060188257887276981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=4060188257887276981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/4060188257887276981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/4060188257887276981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/06/did-i-just-hear-you-say-canine-pilates.html' title='Did I just hear you say Canine Pilates?'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZA76LP7v9c/SGG_vPYALxI/AAAAAAAABaI/_6bACRK-tak/s72-c/masala+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-81955280314417086</id><published>2008-06-22T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:32:44.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Laura</title><content type='html'>Yesterday June 21st, my very very very good friend Laura (she blogs at &lt;a href="http://musingsfromtupelost.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://musingsfromtupelost.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) turned _0. We had a Girls' Night to celebrate this big milestone -- After all, she had warned us repeatedly that she did NOT want a surprise party (hmmm - maybe she is well aware of my penchant for throwing surprise parties?) . So, we had a lovely dinner at Massimo's in Fremont with just "The Girls" -- a dinner party that lasted four fun hours, and a good time was had by all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to be there to celebrate a great friend and a great woman -- she has influenced me in more ways than she realizes. Her influence ranges from the profound (she was my first &amp;amp; primary role model to be un&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apologetically&lt;/span&gt; childless by choice), to the mundane (how to talk to strangers and have a good time doing it). She has been there for me through the ups and downs, the laughter and the tears, through boyfriends good and bad, for the breakup of one major long term relationship, and the birth and nurturing of another. Laura and I first bonded over our love of gardening, and our dislike of a manager who harassed us both. We went on to discover our shared appreciation for architecture, liberal politics, Mexican food, and being unabashedly opinionated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both changed jobs, but managed to stay in touch. In fact, our friendship blossomed away from State Farm. We travelled to the Big Apple and to Los Angeles to indulge in our shared passions of museums and food, and surprise surprise, had a good time! She was part of our wedding two years ago, and I hear even had a role to play in the planning of Kevin's wedding proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for Laura, I might never have been a regular concertgoer. Or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KFOG&lt;/span&gt; Kaboom devotee. Or ever done the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AidsWalk&lt;/span&gt;. Or gone traipsing through the homes of perfect strangers while on the Annual SF Victorian House Tour. It does not matter that I am an adventurous eater and she is not. Or that I love both spicy food and cilantro, but she detests them both. Or that I'm an oenophile wanna-be and she's a teetotaler. Or that she loves football and I can barely tolerate it. Or that she's a cat person but I am dog lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her for who she is: for her warm heart &amp;amp; her generous spirit. For her love of Pearl Jam &amp;amp; Ryan Gosling. For the fact that she makes a killer spinach dip. Because she says she is jealous of  my dog Junnu's ultra long legs (but then who isn't?). Because she is never afraid to speak her mind. Because she cares about the environment and Women's Rights. Because she has one of the biggest hearts ever. And because she is Miss Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in spite of (or perhaps because of?) all our differences, we are good friends -- the kind my 10 year old niece would likely describe as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;. And amazingly enough we've now known each other for 14 years -- as Laura herself would say, "Good Night, Irene"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-81955280314417086?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/81955280314417086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=81955280314417086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/81955280314417086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/81955280314417086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/06/celebrating-laura.html' title='Celebrating Laura'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-7723587699184939437</id><published>2008-06-21T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:02:45.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lassi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot weather food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nectarine'/><title type='text'>a cool salad for a hot day</title><content type='html'>For the past 4 days the temperature in my home town of San Mateo has been hovering around 100.  I love hot weather, and besides, as my friend Madhu said in her blog (post called Summer Solstice), this is nothing that a Kolkata girl cannot handle!  &lt;a href="http://lifeinallitsrandomness.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lifeinallitsrandomness.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is too hot to use the oven, so what to eat? These are 2 of my favorite eats when the weather heats up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer Stone Fruit Salad with quick &amp;amp; easy dressing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of handfuls of mache, arugula or mixed baby greens&lt;br /&gt;2 medium ripe (but firm) nectarines/peaches/pluots - cubed, and preferably slightly chilled&lt;br /&gt;A dollop or two of goat cheese - optional&lt;br /&gt;1/8 to 1/4 cup spicy nuts ( I like the spicy pecans from Trader Joe's)-optional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salad Dressing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a small jar with a tight fitting lid.&lt;br /&gt;Add Balsamic Vinegar, Splenda or Sugar, salt and cayenne to taste.&lt;br /&gt;Shake all the above and taste and adjust as necessary&lt;br /&gt;Add Extra Virgin Olive Oil to taste (I swap the traditional percentages, and&lt;br /&gt;like to use only 1/4 to 1/3 the amount of oil compared to the Acid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the dressing at the last minute, just before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lassi  (Indian Yogurt Drink)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 20 ounces of non fat or low fat yogurt (I prefer to use TJ's or Fage Greek Yogurt for its high protein content)&lt;br /&gt;juice from half a regular lemon or 1 small meyer lemon or lime&lt;br /&gt;Splenda or sugar to taste (I like 5 packets of splenda)&lt;br /&gt;A smidgeon of salt&lt;br /&gt;A smaller smidgeon of cayenne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix all the above with a fork or stick blender - adjust seasonings&lt;br /&gt;Add about 20-30 oz of cold water to taste and mix again.&lt;br /&gt;Add a few ice cubes if you want yours colder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila! you have a cool, refreshing drinkable entree, with lots of protein, zero to no fat, and lot of water to keep you hydrated on a hot day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-7723587699184939437?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/7723587699184939437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=7723587699184939437' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/7723587699184939437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/7723587699184939437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/06/cool-salad-for-hot-day.html' title='a cool salad for a hot day'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-4606597604212380257</id><published>2008-06-20T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T11:26:44.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ten Year Nap by Meg Wolitzer</title><content type='html'>I recently finished reading "The Ten Year Nap" -- a slightly sprawling saga of 4 New York women in the present day who have all followed the "mommy track" to raise their kids. It weaves back and forth between the lives of these 4 women, and their mothers who were/are very different from their daughters. Although I was mildly annoyed at first by the mothers' stories (I was anxious to learn more about the 4 women of today) but soon figured out that it was necessary to understand the mothers in order to understand their daughters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no mystery, no great reveal, no secrets, but Meg Wolitzer's writing and story line really held my interest all the way through. It actually made me want to go to the gym and do my hour on the elliptical or bike, just to have a chance to read more of this book. Not a bad thing, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am looking forward to reading some of her older books, most notably, The Position and The Wife, considered by some to be some of the best modern writing about women and sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meg_Wolitzer"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meg_Wolitzer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something said by one of the minor characters in The Ten Year Nap really resonated with me:&lt;br /&gt;"But mostly, though, he knew that if you longed for what you did not have, then you would be one of those unhappy people you could find anywhere in any setting, the ones who couldn't appreciate what they had as long as they saw something they did not have. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-4606597604212380257?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/4606597604212380257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=4606597604212380257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/4606597604212380257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/4606597604212380257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/06/ten-year-nap-by-meg-wolitzer.html' title='The Ten Year Nap by Meg Wolitzer'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-6025167032352393430</id><published>2008-06-20T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:02:06.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ak mak crackers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dachshund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mini ramp'/><title type='text'>We're ramping up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZA76LP7v9c/SFySYbAIVbI/AAAAAAAABOM/rr3Md64aUN8/s1600-h/masala+rampu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214203416851010994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZA76LP7v9c/SFySYbAIVbI/AAAAAAAABOM/rr3Md64aUN8/s320/masala+rampu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we are ramping up, as in putting ramps all over our home for our dowager doxie princess, Masala. Ramps after all are a fact of life for all dachshund owners, and we have finally come to accept our fate.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the photo to the left is the crowning glory of our rampyness: My hunky handy hubby built this ramp and its associated "fence" (yes, those are Ak Mak Cracker boxes!).  Obviously, ramps are easier on the long backs of  dachshunds, but why the fence you ask? It is a "training fence" -- as in a fence to train Masala to use the ramp. It is just high enough to detract Masala and direct her towards the ramp, but short enough for the rest of us to step over it. Ingenious, isn't it? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is also the definitive proof of why he is not in charge of decorating our home! I love the man dearly, but he does have a way of getting carried away by his love of duct tape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-6025167032352393430?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/6025167032352393430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=6025167032352393430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/6025167032352393430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/6025167032352393430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-ramping-up.html' title='We&apos;re ramping up!'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZA76LP7v9c/SFySYbAIVbI/AAAAAAAABOM/rr3Md64aUN8/s72-c/masala+rampu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-5571080942956688987</id><published>2008-06-10T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:36:42.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potstickers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harmony frozen yogurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frozen yogurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tong kee'/><title type='text'>A couple of recent local food finds</title><content type='html'>food wise, these are some of my more recent finds&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" b="" treophotos02="" authkey="662g8sq6ozw#5210479364618346882&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SE9XYDWUYYI/AAAAAAAABLY/1mPAB48uHgA/s288/Photo_060908_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The potstickers at Tong Kee (and I most of the time I don't even like potstickers!) - they are light and airy, not at all greasy, and filled with the most delicate pork and veggie filling. They are so good, that they require no sauce (wow, did I really just write that? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="business_name" class="fn org" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tong Kee Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="adr"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="street-address"&gt;2055 Gellert Blvd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="locality"&gt;Daly City&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="region"&gt;CA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="postal-code"&gt;94015&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;(650) 878-9811&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="postal-code"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="postal-code"&gt;2. The frozen yogurt at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harmony frozen yogurt in San Carlo&lt;/span&gt;s. The "natural"flavor at harmony has a clean, slightly tangy taste and is made from Strauss Organic Milk. It is less tangy that some of the others I have tasted, and not at all grainy in its texture. And best of all I like it with any of the fresh fruit toppings, but would skip the mochi topping in the future. This was unlike any mochi I've ever had - small white slightly sweet chunks with a chewy texture and a mild bitter aftertaste and had no business being anywhere near this pristine scoop of frozen yogurt. But minus the mochi, and with or without fruit,  it is plain divine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/satarupa.b/TreoPhotos02/photo?authkey=662g8sq6ozw#5210479335520884978"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SE9XWW88WPI/AAAAAAAABLI/166ASCtCozQ/s288/Photo_060808_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="postal-code"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.harmony-yogurt.com/"&gt;http://www.harmony-yogurt.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sunpacific.com/cuties.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-5571080942956688987?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/5571080942956688987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=5571080942956688987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/5571080942956688987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/5571080942956688987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/06/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='A couple of recent local food finds'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SE9XYDWUYYI/AAAAAAAABLY/1mPAB48uHgA/s72-c/Photo_060908_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-4588392557809513450</id><published>2008-05-24T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:05:10.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafe st rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scherrer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zinfandel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winery'/><title type='text'>Is it really possible to have a favorite Winery?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love all kinds of wines from all manners of wineries and winemakers but I am beginning to think that there is one whose wines I consistently enjoy - Scherrer Winery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scherrerwinery.com/"&gt;http://www.scherrerwinery.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred and his wife Judi run the winery and a lot of the fruit is sourced from Fred's dad's vineyards. It is worth attending one of their Open Houses to meet the family (incredibly nice, down to earth people), to taste some of their new releases, and to enjoy the very tasty food made by Mark Maliki of Cafe St. Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://cafesaintrose.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cafesaintrose.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of nights ago, we had a 2001 Scherrer OAM (Old and Mature Vines) Zin with a Pork chops marinated in soy sauce, hot sauce, red wine vinegar, balsamic vinegar, grainy mustard, EVOO, salt and pepper. Next time, I'll have to add some honey for sweetness as well. The wine was smooth and silky with a tiny bit of red fruit -- just perfect. When most 2001 Zins are well on their way to becoming vinegar, Fred's (as in Fred Scherrer, the owner/winemaker at Scherrer Winery) zin is just perfect, at least for my palate. It might be too smooth for some who prefer the big California fruit bombs (and don't get me wrong, I'm a card carrying member of that group too) or the spicyness of Zins, but for me, this is as good as it gets. Every time I drink it, I find myself saying "This is why I drink wine"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-4588392557809513450?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/4588392557809513450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=4588392557809513450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/4588392557809513450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/4588392557809513450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-it-really-possible-to-have-favorite.html' title='Is it really possible to have a favorite Winery?'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-8264403810988717712</id><published>2008-05-23T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:39:41.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zinfandel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blossoming Lotus'/><title type='text'>The Tale of The Two Turleys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SDT6X5TH7rI/AAAAAAAAAnI/h1OP8b6yPCQ/100_1699.jpg?imgmax=640"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SDT6X5TH7rI/AAAAAAAAAnI/h1OP8b6yPCQ/100_1699.jpg?imgmax=640" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SDT6ZJTH7sI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/_pAeNTAkxzs/100_1700.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SDT6ZJTH7sI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/_pAeNTAkxzs/100_1700.jpg?imgmax=512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SDT6bJTH7uI/AAAAAAAAAng/ez2qf7uMZ6s/100_1702.jpg?imgmax=640"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SDT6bJTH7uI/AAAAAAAAAng/ez2qf7uMZ6s/100_1702.jpg?imgmax=640" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SDT6dZTH7wI/AAAAAAAAAnw/O-hc891bsQ8/100_1704.jpg?imgmax=640"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SDT6dZTH7wI/AAAAAAAAAnw/O-hc891bsQ8/100_1704.jpg?imgmax=640" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SDT6eZTH7xI/AAAAAAAAAn4/dA1Nm-8YNTY/100_1705.jpg?imgmax=640"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SDT6eZTH7xI/AAAAAAAAAn4/dA1Nm-8YNTY/100_1705.jpg?imgmax=640" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I agreed that our best meal in Kauai this last trip was at Blossoming Lotus in Kapaa. But we could not agree on if some of it was nostalgia - it brought back glorious memories of our first trip to Kauai together 7 years ago! We were young(er) and had just met, and went to the now defunct Pacific Cafe (also in Kapaa) to celebrate our 4 month anniversary (!!) on one of those magical, romantic it-hit-all-the-right-notes dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now 7 years older, and perhaps (we hope!) a tad wiser, but we are still romantic fools in love. So, we got cleaned up and even a bit dressed up for our "splurge meal" at what we had heard had been voted the best restaurant in Kauai. "Really?", we said. Can a vegan restaurant really be that good? Can it match up to Millenium http://www.millenniumrestaurant.com/ in SF?&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, even though I was wearing a simple summer dress, and my husband a collared shirt with shorts, we were probably still the most dressed-up couple at the restaurant! But it did not matter - we were warmly greeted, and were offered a choice between indoor and outdoor seating, and promptly accomodated when we wanted to be as far away from the slightly loud (to my ears) live entertainment. We ordered the flatbread pizza and the spring rolls for our starters, and the "live lasagna" and the Moroccan seared tofu for our main courses. I was intrigued by the 2005 Turley Juvenile Zin on the wine list and after consulting with our server Joanna, we decided that it would be a good match. Besides, at $68 it was a great value for a wine that's hard to find, and in those rare occasions, it is still $40-50 at retail. Add the $15-30 corkage, and you do the math..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the wine went well with the food - it was especially good with the pizza and the Moroccan tofu, and pretty decent with the lasagna even. After just a bit of breathing, it came into its own, and it was everything I would expect from a Turley -- jammy and yummy! With just the right balance between soft tannins, acidity and fruit, it was pure heaven in a glass! Being "glassists", we felt that nicer glassware would have probably made this an even better experience, but even thick rimmed glassware could not prevent us from enjoying this beautiful wine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sweet romantic evening, no doubt enhanced by good food and wine, and the great personable (and personalized) service from our server. We trudged home full and happy, leftovers in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a 2nd trip to Blossoming Lotus on our last night in town, and it was nice to have Joanna as our server again. She recognized us, and started us with the signature spicy pepitas, which are always so yummy and so addictive. We were determined to try desserts this time, so we decided to jump straight into our main courses. Once again, I wanted the Turley zin, so we chose the Moroccan Seared Tofu and the Enchilada Pie with mole sauce to match our wine. When we got our wine, I took photos but only later when I got home did I realize that we got a different wine. Instead of the 2005 Turley Juvenile that we had ordered, we had been served a 2005 Pesenti vineyard Zin. Which would explain why why this wine tasted very different from what we both remembered, and was not half as good match with the food. Don't get me wrong, it was still a good wine, but a lot more tannic than the Juvenile, and it needed at least 2-4 years to tame the tannins, and be enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even asked for the wine to be decanted halfway through (unfortunately, too little too late), which helped it a bit, but not significantly enough for my taste. I know that many would be happy at being served a more expensive wine than what we had ordered (and was charged for), but personally I would have taken the lower priced Juvenile over the pricier Pesenti, based upon its current drinkability quotient alone! We ended the night with the Haupia Pie - a dessert that provided the clean pure tastes of the home made coconut cream (Haupia) and macadamia nut crust, just as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I would happily go back to Blossoming Lotus again the next time I am in town, but this time I will check the label on my wine bottle a bit more carefully, and make sure that we are not being sneaked an unwanted upgrade! Blossoming Lotus is definitely a testament to the creative possibilities of vegan cuisine prepared with global flair, and served in pretty surroundings by friendly, knowledgable servers it is a welcome addition to the restaurant scene in town. It is also a welcome change from the heaviness and monotony of the standard hawaiian/ continental fare found at other high end restaurants around the Garden Isle, and a great option for vegetarians/ vegans who do not have too many options on the standard menus. I sure hope the Blossoming Lotus continues to blossom and does not go the way of the Pacific Cafe. In addition, I feel good supporting a business that supports local/organic products, and believes in being kind to the earth through their sustainable business practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blossominglotus.com/about_kauai.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-8264403810988717712?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/8264403810988717712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=8264403810988717712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/8264403810988717712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/8264403810988717712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/05/tale-of-two-turleys.html' title='The Tale of The Two Turleys'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SDT6X5TH7rI/AAAAAAAAAnI/h1OP8b6yPCQ/s72-c/100_1699.jpg?imgmax=640' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-1072723939634873399</id><published>2008-05-23T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T19:02:10.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farmers market'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine market'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kauai'/><title type='text'>Foraging at the Farmers' Market and beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SDT7bJTH8QI/AAAAAAAAAr8/i8_q10VcRgo/100_1793.jpg?imgmax=640"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SDT7bJTH8QI/AAAAAAAAAr8/i8_q10VcRgo/100_1793.jpg?imgmax=640" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of our favorite finds this time were the Sunshine Markets: they are somewhat strictly regulated farmers' markets where purveyors are only allowed to sell produce, plants and flowers grown in Kauai. The selection varies from market to market and so does the availability of organic produce. We made it to two: the Wednesday market in Kapaa and the Friday market in Kilauea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kauai.gov/Default.aspx?tabid=214"&gt;http://www.kauai.gov/Default.aspx?tabid=214&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went nuts buying tangy, juicy Suriname Cherries, Sweet creamy Cherimoyas (custard apples), low acid pineapples, fragrant organic papayas, yummy guavas, adorably tiny and incredibly delicious strawberry guavas, and we even found chikoos! It had been atleast a decade since I had last tasted a chikoo and I was in fruit heaven! or maybe it a fructose induced coma? It didn't matter -- for it was a very tasty trip down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been described as a farmers' market junky, but even I could not pass up on the super fresh lettuces picked hours before by the sellers themselves. Some came with tangy nastarsiums and other edible flowers, others contained 20 different herbs and lettuces. Tossed into a simple but delicious salad with a home made key lime vinaigrette and a bit of suriname cherries, papayas or mangoes, they were the perfect accompaniment to the fresh fish we cooked for dinner most nights. Although banned from Farmers' Markets (they do not allow any meat or fish), fresh fish is one thing that is relatively cheaply and easily available in Kauai. Just look for the hand made signs near the Farmers' markets, or even the main roads in Kapaa and Lihue, and you will find ahi, ake and ono being sold from roadside stands or car trunks! My husband was adventurous enough to buy a whole 4 lb ahi and butcher it all by himself using simple rudimentary directions from the sellers, and a not very sharp knife. I was impressed since this provided dinner for two nights and bemused by what he considered "an adventure". And if you are too chicken to buy your dinner out of someone's trunk then, Fish Express is Lihue is a good and not too pricey resource.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fish Express 3343 Kuhio Hwy # 10Lihue, HI 96766&lt;br /&gt;(808) 245-9918‎&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-1072723939634873399?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/1072723939634873399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=1072723939634873399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/1072723939634873399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/1072723939634873399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/05/foraging-at-farmers-market-and-beyond.html' title='Foraging at the Farmers&apos; Market and beyond'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SDT7bJTH8QI/AAAAAAAAAr8/i8_q10VcRgo/s72-c/100_1793.jpg?imgmax=640' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-3797873816477995294</id><published>2008-05-21T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:53:02.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lilikoi pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passionfruit pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kauai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pork bun'/><title type='text'>In search of the best Lilikoi pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://render-2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ=up6RKKt:xxr=0-qpDPfRt7Pf7mrPfrj7t=zrRfDUX:eQaQxg=r?87KR6xqpxQQQoxnaoxaGaxv8uOc5xQQQGnnllnGnaJqpfVtB?*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gX0QPlGRup6lQQ/of=50,590,442"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://render-2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ%7C%3Dup6RKKt%3Axxr%3D0-qpDPfRt7Pf7mrPfrj7t%3DzrRfDUX%3AeQaQxg%3Dr%3F87KR6xqpxQQQoxnaoxaGaxv8uOc5xQQQGnnllnGnaJqpfVtB%3F*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gX0QPlG%7CRup6lQQ%7C/of=50,590,442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are supposedly only 2  places to get good Lilikoi (passionfruit) pie in all of Kauai -- or so I gathered from my sources. And once I'd heard of the existence of an ethereal chiffon pie made from passionfruit juice, there was no way I was not going to taste it and try to decide on the winner for myself. Besides, with a beautiful sounding name like Lilikoi chiffon pie, who could pass up the chance to taste it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we went to &lt;strong&gt;Hamura's Saimin in Lihue&lt;/strong&gt;. I thought the rest of the food there (Saimin aka noodle soup with various Japanese style toppings, chicken/beef teriyaki sticks) was pretty forgettable and (and most likely laden with msg from the size of my headache following the meal) while my husband thought it was edible. But the lilikoi pie was incredible. The crust was light and buttery and slightly flaky, and the chiffon filling was light as air, and just sweet enough. The whipped cream topping was overwhelming, but once we removed it we enjoyed the mild passionfruit flavor, and the light texture of the filling. I would rate this a 7 out of 10, and definitely very enjoyable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, we tried the pie from &lt;strong&gt;Wong's Chinese Bakery in Waimea&lt;/strong&gt;. The lilikoi flavor was more pronounced in the filling here, but the crust was slightly harder and not as good as Hamura's. And once again, we had to do away with the whipped cream topping to do justice to the lovely filling. [As my friend Laura would say, "If I were King, I would ban this fake whipped cream topping once and for all!"]. Tastewise, this gets a 8.5 out of 10 from me, and definitely worth a stop on the way to/from (or why not both?) Waimea canyon. And the incredibly friendly ladies at Island Rental Agency were very happy when we brought them one of these pies from Wong's as a "thank you for all your help" gift and agreed that Wong's did indeed make the best Lilikoi pie on the Garden Isle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not only the pie very yummy, the service was a lot less surly, and the surroundings and bathroom much cleaner than Hamura's which might make me raise my score to 9.0. And the bbq meats looked good (and have been well rated on chowhound) though I cannot personally vouch for them. I can however vouch for the bbq pork bun - it was pretty good, and huge! It is a great bargain for $1.50 and if you  like your pork buns shrouded in a lot of light spongy dough, and the filling on the sweeter side, this is good snack for you to take along for one of the  shorter hikes at the canyon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-3797873816477995294?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/3797873816477995294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=3797873816477995294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/3797873816477995294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/3797873816477995294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-search-of-best-lilikoi-pie.html' title='In search of the best Lilikoi pie'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-4379415625768106748</id><published>2008-05-21T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:34:35.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waimea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jo-Jo&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shave ice'/><title type='text'>Shave Ice - Nectar of the (Hawaiian) Gods!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SDT86JTH8UI/AAAAAAAAAs4/aH4f8ZqxXTA/100_1685.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SDT86JTH8UI/AAAAAAAAAs4/aH4f8ZqxXTA/100_1685.jpg?imgmax=512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shave Ice (&lt;i&gt; not "shaved ice"&lt;/i&gt;) is ubiquitious in Hawaii, and for good reason. Nothing like a cold Shave Ice to soothe your sunburned body and windparched throat after a day of surfing and snorkeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is this thing, you ask. It is kind a like a Slurpee, but better. It starts out with a with a (optional but highly recommended) scoop of vanilla or mac-nut icecream, topped with some finely shaved ice, and topped with your choice of 3 of more syrups ranging from lemon, passionfruit, mango &amp;amp; orange to coffee, bubble gum, cinnamon &amp;amp; chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Some places also offer more "exotic" add-ons: halo halo, haupia (coconut cream), fresh mango, strawberry or pineapple chunks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there's quite a few Shave Ice outposts in Kaui, but let me tell you that not all Shave Ice is created equal. The Ice cream could be freezer burned, the ice shavings too rough or too fine/watery, or the syrups too sweet or synthetic tasting. Lucky for shave ice afficionados,&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; Jo-Jo's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Anuenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; Shave Ice in Hanapepe (which is different from the Original Jo-Jo's located ON the highway) &lt;/span&gt;has none of the above problems, and they serve with a smile to boot! It was started not too long ago by the original owner of Jo-Jo's (the well known outpost right on the highway that is always mobbed by tourists and hard to miss! Note that in spite of the very similar names the one on the highway is the one ) to provide a safe place for her Special Ed (and other local students) to work and to bring back the pure flavors of a good Shave Ice. It was by pure serendipity that we chanced upon Jo-Jo's Anuenue Shave Ice, around the corner from the original venue, as we were looking for parking. We met several locals coming here to get their afternoon treats, and felt we had to give try it for ourselves -- so we got the Halo Halo special topped with Haupia cream. OMG is all I can say!! It blew away the previous ones we had had from the original Jo-Jo's. It was sweet (but not too sweet!), and delicate, and creamy, and the ice had just the right texture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SDT86JTH8YI/AAAAAAAAAtY/9nsTiEJg6Jo/100_1688.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SDT86JTH8YI/AAAAAAAAAtY/9nsTiEJg6Jo/100_1688.jpg?imgmax=512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do yourself a favor -- when you are headed to Waimea Canyon, be sure to drive right past the original Jo-Jo's in Hanapepe that is located &lt;strong&gt;on&lt;/strong&gt; the Highway, and make a immediate left on to Pokole St (the Red Dirt Store at that corner is a hard-to-miss landmark) and go to&lt;strong&gt; Jo-Jo's Anuenue Shave Ice&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;taste the best Shave Ice in Kauai for yourself. I promise you - You will not be disappointed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-4379415625768106748?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/4379415625768106748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=4379415625768106748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/4379415625768106748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/4379415625768106748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/05/shave-ice-nectar-of-hawaiian-gods.html' title='Shave Ice - Nectar of the (Hawaiian) Gods!'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/satarupa.b/SDT86JTH8UI/AAAAAAAAAs4/aH4f8ZqxXTA/s72-c/100_1685.jpg?imgmax=512' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527718643430617482.post-2973795613905882566</id><published>2008-05-20T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:41:58.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion fruit pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lilikoi pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherimoya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pineapples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desserts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lychees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shave ice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kauai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halo halo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chikoo'/><title type='text'>Hawaiian Desserts are Da Bomb!!</title><content type='html'>After this last week spent in Hawaii (Kauai to be exact) I am convinced that Hawaiians really know how to do desserts!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to recommendations from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chowhound&lt;/span&gt;।com, and from random locals we met on our travels (and in one case, pure serendipity) we chanced upon some amazing desserts. My favorites by far: halo halo (or any tropical flavor) shave ice and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lilikoi&lt;/span&gt; (passion fruit) pie. The sweet Hawaiian bread (often called Portuguese bread) wasn't half bad either. And when it come to the "fresh fruit as dessert" category, Hawaiians pretty much have a lock on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" id="0" title="Click to correct"&gt;Fortunately, I was not too much into standard Hawaiian fare like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;laulau&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kalua&lt;/span&gt; pork, and chicken and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mahi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;katsu&lt;/span&gt;, but these calorie savings were wiped out by my copious consumption of the desserts and fruits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/527718643430617482-2973795613905882566?l=tardytothetable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/feeds/2973795613905882566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527718643430617482&amp;postID=2973795613905882566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/2973795613905882566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527718643430617482/posts/default/2973795613905882566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardytothetable.blogspot.com/2008/05/hawaiian-desserts-are-da-bomb.html' title='Hawaiian Desserts are Da Bomb!!'/><author><name>Satarupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356025771498863291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
