03.24.09
EL BULLI AND THE SALMON OF DOUBT
The Restaurant at the End of the Universe is a title of a very funny novel by Douglas Adams that considers towel as the most important thing to have ever existed. I forgot if this was a sequel or prequel to the more imaginative title, So Long And Thanks for All the Fish, but then again I am not here to write about them. I’d like to make a point: that a writer who is also interested in gastronomy seems to be very effective and funny as he could use stuffs in the kitchen to poke fun at some people and things and others in between and write a very witty and unique narrative. (eh? ano daw?) Relax I’m not talking about myself naman.
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Before I forget, I am grabbing a picture of the kitchen of the world’s bestest restaurant ever (daw). It’s called El Bulli, found in Spain.
The thing that fascinates me is that these guys are not wearing toques.
03.17.09
DOPPEL Ts
As you would probably agree a good T-shirt can be priceless when you look good at it. For instance, today I was wearing one of my favorites, so I was going up and about with someone, feeling confident and all, having a very good sense of well-being. I can feel the summer breeze so to speak, I smiled a lot – in short, I was just a bit close to being too full of myself. (Lol, to think this is just all about a T-shirt)
Anyway, we were on the way to Robinson’s Place and the area is swarming with people. To my horror, about 5 meters ahead of us, there’s this dude who’s swaggering with an equal amount of confidence, having the same degree of well-being and experiencing the same feel-the-breeze crap as well because he was in an exact tee that I was wearing!
What a situation, eh?
Walking towards him felt like ages of awkwardness and the moment we passed each other, I felt like the world stood still. Bwahaha.
Well, that’s a price to pay when you get Bench. You get nice ones but they are bound to have copies.
03.11.09
PLANE BS
March 11/11:30 PM (Me in a very sleepy mode)
Me: I heard this guy is asking for me, huh?
Lois: Yeah, and you will get a lot of points if you accept the job. So, see he’s confirming if you’d take his project again.
Me: Sure. So what does he want?
Lois: This project is about aircraft wing flutter, and you need to find the natural frequencies in terms of things you can measure on the wing during the test for flutter in the wind tunnel laboratory. finding the two natural frequencies in term of Kx, kh, M, Ix and a. Where: kx = Torsional Stiffness Kh = Bending stiffness Ix =Inertia M = mass
Me: Wow. Sounds good. So when are you gonna send the plane, so I could analyze the wing? And the tunnel, as well. Yes?
Lois: …
Me: Jeez, Lois. Did it ever occur to you that I couldn’t do this? I have this feeling that you’re taking me for granted.
Lois: …
Me: Er… how much do you say I’d get for this baby?
Wtf. Of course, I declined.
03.04.09
APPLE TALK
I have expressed reservations about getting another Apple computer given a choice between it and a PC. Yesterday, I have tried the Macbook in Powermac Center and I feel in love with the black one again because it reminded me of the beauty behind the fine ergonomics of the Mac keyboard. In my line of work, how the keys responds to the touch is critical in the motivation side and sometimes even in getting inspiration. It allows your thoughts and your mind to seamlessly work together for an interrupted flow of ideas.
Naks. See what a mac can do? Fvck. Another one’s gonna cost me an arm and all my limbs. T.T
STUFFS
Even though I hate baking and pastry because it’s a damn science, I am very competitive so I made these for our bake sale (I call it Death by Chocolate ^. It looks so-so but there’s this mousse inside which I am very proud of.):
Also, there’s this:
I also did French Bread successfully on my first try. ^^
I have done numerous dishes – soups, main course, starches, pasta – but uploading pixes is such a chore so I am showing off muna yung me struggle variable talaga 
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03.01.09
RISOTTO ON MY MIND
Today, a friend asked if we could eat at Amici. I have been hearing about this restaurant for a while now and I wanted to go but then I couldn’t because I have to finish a project about David Elkind (I ended up watching 4400 the whole day lol) As it is, this friend is adamant on trying the risotto so we will be going the next chance we have. To be honest, I am not a fan of risotto I’m more 
interested in Amici’s famed gelato. Anyway, this talk about the cereal reminded me of a funny learning episode with Chef Popit. It went something like this:
Prologue:
Chef Popit was harping about being creative with our garnish: “Who would want to buy your food if they look like that?” So I was kinda fired up and tried somethin different instead of the good ol parsley which the Chef abhors because it is understandably a cliche na. lol. What I did was cut a generous slab of onion thinking that I’d make a little island, with the risotto on top around a stalk of asparagus that would supposedly play the palm tree part. To my mind, it was a decent work. But here was the exchange when I presented my case:
He ate the asparagus, poked the risotto with the thermometer and scraped it off leaving the onion behind.
C.P.: Wow. What’s this?
Me: Uh, it’s an onion?
C.P.: What a big onion. What is it for?
Me: It’s a garnish chef.
C.P.: Didn’t I tell you that the garnish should serve a purpose besides decorating your plate? It should be edible.
Me: Well…
Great, Einstein. Think!
Palusot #1:
See, chef, the risotto is hot right? So I thought, it would scald the onion and I was hoping it would produce the steam that could spice the dish a bit.
C.P.: Can you eat it? Here, try.
Me:
Palusot #2:
No, chef. But the purpose of that onion is analogous to the principle behind the utility of the plate. You can’t eat it but it serves a function.
Bwahaha. So lame, eh?
C.P.: Aw, really. What are you gonna do with it after?
Me: Well…
Alright, change the topic dude.
So, how about the flavor. How does it taste like?
C.P.: Ummm… so-so… But remember the garnish, cook it. Otherwise, I should be very careful about you depleting the onion supply should you ever work for me.
Me: Sure. I’d remember.
C.P.: Anyway, nice job.
Me: Really?
C.P.: not on the food. your debating skill, that is.
T.T
