the $25,000 dessert

i don’t know about you, but i doubt i would feel particularly rhapsodic were i to indulge in this dessert. all i would be thinking is.. “i’m paying $25,00 for this!?”

the “frozzen haute chocolate” (yes, with two ‘r’s) is infused with 5 grams of edible 23-karat gold and served in a goblet lined with edible gold. It consists of a blend of 28 cocoas, including 14 of the most expensive and exotic from around the globe, and then topped with whipped cream in (yes, you guessed it) more gold along with a side of la madeleine au truffle from knipschidt chocolatier, going at $2600 a pound.

and yeah they kinda cheated by amping up the price with a golden spoon (decorated with white and chocolate covered diamonds) and an 18-karat gold bracelet with 1 carat of white diamonds for your to remember your decadent episode.

but honestly? methinks this is a classic case of money can’t buy you taste. the dessert honestly looks kinda ugly, with so much gold and embellishments of similar tones it just ends up looking oddly drab and like some decoration you would see at say.. disneyland.

and likewise (this is not the case of being jealous or what), is there any taste to eating gold? like, is this dessert even meant for people to experience epicurean zeniths? there doesn’t seem to be any balance of flavors and the whole thing just feels like a case of just whacking opulence onto something and trying to flaunt whatever wealth you have. its pretty much tantamount to food desecration.

spend your money on better things please?

the copenhagen marathon experience

to be honest, you can’t really see scenery through the pain. lol

i’m back in Rome now after spending my past weekend gallivanting around Copenhagen and literally running a Jericho-like ring round the city for the 42.195km Copenhagen marathon.

why the idea of a marathon, you might ask? well, the Rome Marathon was held in March and from a viewer’s perspective, having the opportunity to run around a beautiful city and acquaint yourself with every nook and cranny in a short time seemed like plenty of fun. and plus, yeah, there’s a little bit of bragging rights involved in nonchalantly commenting -

“ah yes.. copenhagen.. i ran a marathon there.”

 just sayin’

but.. to be utterly honest, there was too much pain for me to enjoy the scenery especially in the later half of the marathon. it was more an “omg.. are we there yet?” kinda sensation at every turn of the street. i made a few mistakes in my preparation for the marathon – one was obviously not preparing enough – having barely hit 18km for my longest run.

the other, more critical rookie mistake, was really to feel utterly strong and superb for the first 20km of the race and really run at a pretty fast pace. i had started at the back of the pack since I had no clue (no goals in fact — i just wanted to finish) what sort of timing I was supposed to be looking at. so yeah, i started right behind the 5.00hr pacer group and initially felt the pace being too slow for my normal run-pace. so i sped up, started overtaking the pacer groups – 4:50, 4:40, 4:30 and even caught sight of 4:20 at around the 16km mark.

but that was when things started spiraling out of my control – my legs simply starting cramping at all possible places and really hurt. really. stretching helped initially — stretching my quads helped loosen them sufficient for another km or two, but after awhile that stretching led to more cramps at other areas. lol. it was like i was discovering new muscles of the lower half of my body and having them introduce themselves to me by cramping. -_-

i think my refuelling plan worked out – tons of powerade and fruit to replenish the energy – to the point where the top half of my body was perfectly fine and raring to go, but my lower half felt like a long drawn out seppuku.

but somehow, through the envisioning of my cute niece kaykayla cheering me on, through listening to my church cd tracks from my itunes (very apt lyrics at times) and through using each song within my itunes to motivate myself to run for reasons linked to that period of time (though i couldn’t find any period of my life to link with britney songs and slowed down during her tracks) , i finally finished with a timing of 4hr 52min. =) don’t ask whether i’m gonna consider another marathon for now.

i’m just very glad it’s over.

copenhagen pics and food coming up shortly, but as a sampling, here goes -

       aamans open-faced sandwich – the remoulade sauce on the beef was to die for.

cooking for yourself

first timer.

you know, despite what people might say, i’m kinda.. really proud of myself today, for somehow pulling off and cooking an entire meal for myself. i mean, i guess i cooked whilst in US for my housemates, but there was always this ever present fear that i would completely ruin things, under-cook or burn stuff (which coincidentally i also did this time.. lol) and well, i have had this constant fear of just messing up massively in the kitchen.

honestly i think cooking isn’t easy. lol.. i mean, somehow it’s not easy for me – first there’s the issue of judging when things are really cooked or not, which i think really does come from experience. then there’s the issue of multi-tasking and working with all the frying pans and pots without letting anything burn. so yeah i’m quite the klutz if u can gather. what’s worse, i’m an ambitious klutz — i never follow recipes, preferring to improvise and add stuff i think would enhance the flavor combinations.

so this time round i did a combination of recipes – pan seared salmon paired with a mushroom aglio olio tagliatelle and garnished with some cherry tomatoes.

pan seared salmon - hey, i honestly didn’t know salmon could be so simply cooked and yet so, so delicious! i simply bought a slab of salmon, rubbed in a little salt and pepper, coated it in olive oil, and dumped it in a hot pan for about 3 minutes on one side, then 4 minutes on the other. then i checked the cooked-ness by sticking a fork into it to see if it was flakey. then i transferred it to a dish and wrapped it in kitchen paper to soak up a bit of the oil.

mushroom aglio olio tagliatelle – hmm, this is where a little mishap occurred. i did the tagliatelle first, cooking the noodles for roughly 2 – 3 minutes in boiling salt water before straining it. but at the meantime, i was also trying to (i) fry my salmon, and (ii) fry the garlic bits. and well, with the salmon and noodles being the main ingredients, i forgot about tossing the garlic bits and they got charred. -_-. had to chop up a new batch and re-fry them till they were turning golden brown, then add in the porcini mushrooms, and dunking a little of the oil remaining from the salmon onto the mix to get some form of a “sauce”. mixed it together with the tagliatelle and well.. there goes! =)

to be honest, i don’t think the flavor profile of the aglio olio went too well with the salmon, because the salmon was overpoweringly flavorful (not in a bad way though), whereas the aglio olio was lighter and hence the taste got quite completely overwhelmed. perhaps i added too little garlic.

but it has been fun.. cooking for one is never easy to be honest, because most recipes call for like 2 – 4 servings.. but haha.. i guess I have a bit of the luxury to trial and error.

signing off!

job musings

coffee wisdom.

read this article on huffington post and just felt compelled to share it.

Why I Told My Daughter To Quit Her Job
Holly Robinson | Jan 18, 2012 11:10 AM EST
My daughter called me last night to celebrate her news. “I got the job!” she said. “I’m going to be decorating cupcakes!”
I cheered. My daughter earned an honors degree in Natural Resources from a major university this past May. This is the happiest I’ve heard her sound in months.
You think that you know where this blog post is going: oh, no, another parent bemoaning the fact that our nation’s newly minted college graduates can’t find decent jobs! And why wouldn’t you think that? New books like Slouching Toward Adulthood: Observations from the Not-So-Empty Nest are rolling off the presses daily to explain the “shocking truth” behind the fact that 5.9 million people between the ages of 25 and 35 are now living with their parents.
But you would be wrong. This is a very different rant.
My daughter is the poster child for why college matters. She went to a decent suburban high school, finished in the top quarter of her class, played varsity sports. Attending a state university allowed her to continue expanding her intellectual and social horizons. She worked closely with researchers in Natural Resources, learned Spanish, studied and worked abroad, explored electives that enriched her perspective. She continually added to her resume, too, always building toward her post-graduation dream of working as a scientist.
She did everything right, and lo and behold, the system worked. She landed a job with a West Coast environmental engineering company that paid her more money than she had ever dreamed of making right out of college. Hurray!
Slowly, though, things unraveled. My daughter loved living near San Francisco, but even on her hefty salary, she could only afford an apartment in a dire section of Oakland, which led to her being caught in the middle of a mini gang shootout. (She has a nasty bullet wound on her car to prove it.) Meanwhile, her spiffy new job bored her, and her bosses were often negative, even mean-spirited.
For months, she stuck it out. Her student loans were about to kick in and this job paid double what any of her friends were making, plus benefits. As time passed, though, my sunny girl grew more despondent. Every day, she dragged herself into work. And, every day, things didn’t get better.
She started looking for work. In California, the unemployment rate is dire — 11.3 percent, compared to 8.6 percent nationwide as of November 2011. One of her job interviews for a coffee company required four different interviews, plus test taking. My daughter got the job and was thrilled, especially because the position includes health benefits. But the pay was abysmal: minimum wage.
Did she really want to leave her posh job for minimum wage? How could she — a driven student, a hard worker, a young woman who had always set goals and reached them — possibly justify making that leap?
There wasn’t any rational reason for her to quit. But there was every emotional reason to do so.
“Life is too short to be miserable for money,” I told her finally. “Just quit. Take the barista job and figure out something else while you’re making lattes.”
I can hear the gasps of horror from most parents out there. How could I advise my daughter to join the ranks of the marginally employed, after our family invested so much into her college degree?
Easily. College, you see, is not really about preparing you for the job market. It’s about gaining the knowledge and skills you need to seize opportunities — and that includes knowing when to walk away from something that makes you unhappy.
There’s a lot of talk these days — well, all days, I suppose — about what good it is to get a liberal arts degree, what majors are most likely to lead to the best-paid and most stable careers, and the importance of building your resume while you’re in school so that you have an edge when it’s time to enter the almighty job race.
That’s all true, mostly. Obviously, you have to eat. But maybe the goal of college shouldn’t be so closely linked to employment. Actual life isn’t that different from the game of Life, in the sense that there’s a point where at the start we all have to choose the college path or the career path. You can earn the same money either way, and the same good (or bad) spins on the dial can send you into a tailspin of debt or misery: illness, accidents, divorce, tornadoes taking your house. College is no guarantee that you’ll be rich, or even middle class. In fact, there are some arguments that suggest technical training is a better bang for the buck.
(A handy example: my younger brother never finished his four-year college degree, yet he makes ten times more money than my other brother and I do, and we both have master’s degrees.)
College, if you’re lucky enough to get there, is really about figuring out your friends and your values as well as your dreams for the future. Nobody — well, almost nobody — finds a top-paying position right out of college. Most of us have to pay our dues and climb a dozen different career ladders before we find one that has rungs we can reach — and a place at the top with a view that suits us. If you land that seemingly “perfect” job with a salary worth boasting about, but then you hate it and are afraid to quit, your wings are clipped. That “safe” job will kill your creativity, drown your enthusiasm, and smother your ability to get up in the morning with a bounce in your step. Why stay?
The answer most people give is “fear.” We’ve all heard the unemployment statistics.
But let’s turn those around. The unemployment rate is high — even upwards of 12 percent in certain U.S. cities. But that means that 88 percent of people have jobs. Can they make a living on their wages? That depends on how you define a “living.” Maybe you don’t need a new car, or a car at all. Maybe you can find a seasonal rental or roommates.
Jobs are like college courses. Each one you take teaches you a set of new skills and offers a fresh perspective on life. They aren’t meant to be permanent, most of them. They are only stepping stones.
In my daughter’s case, the barista job led her to have enough free hours to do what she really loves: draw comics. She’s thinking about publishing her comics online. In her free time, she also happened to stop by a new gourmet cupcake store, where she chatted with the enthusiastic owner and was hired to decorate cupcakes and work the counter. Again, it’s not much money, but combined with the coffee place, it’s enough for her to scrape by. Meanwhile, she has moved out of Oakland and into an affordable room in a house near the beach in Santa Cruz. She’s happily experimenting with cupcake flavors and thinking about helping this new business owner with social media and marketing. She is learning something new every day. Life is good.
When you quit a job, any job, it can be terrifying. But it’s also exhilarating, as you open yourself to new possibilities. So go ahead. Take the risk. Quit that job, if you hate it. You might surprise yourself.
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wait for me. soon. =)

the long hiatus

flowers leading to Po Lin Temple, Hong Kong

wow.. i haven’t blogged for such a long time that a year has passed!

well, what with the awesome trip to hong kong, not brining my laptop along, and then with my main computer crashing.. it hasn’t been easy. haha! sometimes we need to live a bit more to blog a bit more eh? but to be honest, i think in the new year, i really want to push this blog to higher heights.. so hmm keep your eyes peeled!

so yeah, i’m gonna get right back on blogging about singapore food, as well as the hong kong great eats that i gorged over the past week, to the point that I have sadly fallen sick and had spent the new year recuperating from terrible coughs and migraines. so no fun. for anyone who reads the silly food comic called “Toriko”, its as though my hong kong food combination was kinda deadly to my body. *end geek/comic nerd rant*

hmm.. what else needs to be said?

HAVE A GREAT 2012 AHEAD GUYS!

the end of wanderlust

try a little art.

to be honest, these few weeks have been nothing short of exhausting, what with an increased amount of stuff to do at work, amped up dragonboat trainings and just.. a general lack of time to do simple stuff. like go do grocery shopping. or walking in the rain alone talking to God. it’s kinda fun to do that once in awhile. =)

i was at ntuc fairprice shopping for some milk and fruit juice when i heard the familiar Christmas jingles being played over the intercom. mmm, something about that just instantly puts me in a warm, cheery mood, envisioning the few weeks of December filled with much get-togethers, cosy dinner with friends, and just.. a sense of reunion, happiness, merriment and sorts. i think that’s what particular draws me to want to stay in Singapore so much.. the fact that I haven’t really had an unbroken chain of months being in Singapore with all my friends around me. the fact that I haven’t had much of a chance to plan for events and holidays months in advance because i didn’t really know where i would be.. there’s a great sense of normalcy and familiarity that feels.. comfortable.

mm.. Singapore.. sometimes i really can’t stand you (especially during morning rush hours and seeing irritating inconsiderate people), but sometimes I just can’t let go out you. =)

psychology can save lives

things fall apart.

ok.. seriously guys.. the story of  Wang Yue‘s mishap and the subsequent shocking response (or lack thereof) from up to 18 passerbys has sent shockwaves across the world, most almost overeager to jump on the bandwagon to publicly question China’s moral compass and the state of China’s “heart”.

yes, it’s truly sad, but let’s not point the finger solely at China shall we? such a thing could happen anywhere. remember Kitty Genovese anyone?

Kitty was stabbed to death in 1964 on her way home, her plaintive cries echoing out around the neighborhood as the attack continued for almost an hour. and nope, it wasn’t in a deserted area, but a public housing area, where at least 38 witnesses watched the stabbings but failed to do anything.

sounds familiar now? this case sounds eerily similar to that of Wang Yue doesn’t it? psychologists term this effect the bystander non-intervention effect – and there are two contributing factors to this.

(1) essentially, a person relies on cues from the crowd to decide on how to act, even if they are witness something odd occurring — experiments showed that people left in a room by themselves left much quicker when they saw smoke coming from under another door, then if they were in a room with several others who didn’t notice or react to the smoke. simply put it, people look for other people’s reactions as cues on how to react — but guess what those people are doing likewise?

one needs to be seriously brave and willing to sound an alarm, even if it is a false alarm. and that takes quite a bit of courage.

(2) there is a diffusion of responsibility when many are around. even when someone knows something is wrong, there might be better reason to “not interfere” lest they be called meddlesome, especially if others are around. it’s a sad fact of life.

so how do we counter this?

simple – if ever you are in a situation where you are in serious need of help and still can talk, shout at a particular person to shift the entire responsibility onto someone, and also make a point to highlight this is no joke. seems crazy, but its better than just screaming help randomly at passerbys who are too afraid walking off social norms to help.

and hey, we learnt this at Psych 101 at one of the first few lessons. who says psychology isn’t useful?

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and last but not least.. my heart and prayers goes out to Wang Yue’s parents – what a tragic experience, and something that will take a long, long time to heal, if ever. sigh.