tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36576990796069769502011-12-07T12:58:21.639-08:00It's true.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.comBlogger701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-41890624980887131752011-02-27T22:26:00.000-08:002011-02-27T22:26:24.967-08:00

Oh guys. This has been a long time in the making. A. Long. Time. Apologies. Anyway, I thought I'd take a page from Lisa Leonard and do a "hello Monday" post...except this one is a great big HUGE hello to my new home, San Francisco. (And hello to iPhonotos; they made this post possible.) Hello view from my living room Hello new school Hello happy California golden poppies in the Castro

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-53627639417683515072010-11-03T19:58:00.000-07:002010-11-03T19:58:18.422-07:00

Oh hey there, friends. Meet the worst blogger ever. (One posting in October? What kind of "schedule" does that follow, exactly?) This post is not exactly complete (hence the whole "part one" thing up top), but I thought I'd try to throw something up here before you forgot about me completely. By the way, I really like you! Anyway, onto pumpkins. Jena came to California last week! It was pretty

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I started writing this entry last week. It was full of glee because it was warm and wonderful here where I live, and I thought maybe fall had missed the memo. However, yesterday was 50 degrees and raining, so apparently we've just skipped fall altogether and headed straight for winter. No more exulting in the dregs of summer. (I know; it's mid-October, and I should try to maintain realistic

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So...this happened a while ago. I hosted a tea party! Cue the harp music, pinkies crooked just so, and overly genteel manners. [top to bottom: lots of cookies, fruit, lemon olive oil cake, Dorie's cafe volcano cookies] Cue the dainty pieces of fudge. And the cookies! It wouldn't be a tea part without cookies. This party presented a special challenge: one of the guests, due to some dietary

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-40355207124226558772010-09-09T22:22:00.000-07:002010-09-09T22:22:42.061-07:00

I have been composing this entry in my mind for a long, long time. The words aren't pairing up right, and the mental wastebasket is full of mentally crumpled up pieces of paper containing only silly opening lines. I'll stop beating around the bush. Someone dear to me left me for grad school (sadly, this is a very common theme for me this year). In a somewhat recent email conversation, she

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-74534532686882804062010-08-26T08:53:00.000-07:002010-08-26T08:53:00.391-07:00

...by tasty things. Southern California is a really, really delicious place. So delicious that I will have to move there and spend years trying out all the stuff that didn't get checked off my to-eat list (although I don't see that happening...) So delicious that I would cry every time I thought about putting on jeans, which are the least accommodating clothing ever. Bring on the dresses. Let's

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-69948766103017879212010-08-18T14:18:00.000-07:002010-09-01T15:36:41.173-07:00

Hello friends of Stephers, I am Cinr/Cinders/CC/Cindy/... I guess I go by anything.In college, Steph and I shared an affinity for Italian, and in summer 2005 I had the great fortune of spending the summer in the most wonderful place, Florence, Italy. As a poor college student living on loans and a part-time job, I had little money to go out to eat. To go to Italy and not have tons of money to

ccnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-59386896808865659562010-08-11T16:29:00.000-07:002010-08-11T16:29:24.325-07:00

Now do not skewer me, please, because I know that there are some ardent sandwich lovers out there. But this darling (and by darling I mean enormous) lobster roll from Sam's Chowder House in Half Moon Bay was named one of the best 5 sandwiches in America (what?!) by the Today Show. Last weekend's visit to HMB necessitated a trip to Sam's. Sure, I doubt the Today Show's food authority status with

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-47712612919852061962010-07-31T10:36:00.000-07:002010-07-31T10:36:00.437-07:00

Sorry it's been awhile, friends. My computer's life came to an unfortunate end, and the recovery process has been a little painful. Rest in peace, Pippin. (His remaining functional parts are for sale, if you're interested!) I came to an important realization this past week, which was this: food is best done in community. It sounds a little too obvious to be profound, but for the longest time I

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-68465988196861968792010-07-19T16:50:00.000-07:002010-07-19T16:52:42.313-07:00

Um...hi, friends. Sorry you had to see that. Anyway, it is summer now, full-blown summer. Triple-digits-every-day summer, walk-around-outside-for-10-minutes-and-get-an-awesome-flip-flop-tan summer, don't-forget-to-wear-deodorant-SERIOUSLY summer. Ah, summer. I love, love, love, love summer. Guess what else happens in summer? If you said "ginormous $10 flats of peaches!", you are right on. And

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-87085968263704898592010-07-12T08:26:00.000-07:002010-07-12T08:26:00.205-07:00

It was a mere 6 months ago when I decided to start posting every week. It was partly for you, reader, to be reassured that you could come here every week and hopefully gain a new little tidbit to chew on and hopefully cook or bake yourself. It was also for me, as I hoped I would be motivated to try new things, establish a writing routine, improve my baking and photography skills. I think these

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-14043025028244846762010-07-06T19:02:00.000-07:002010-09-08T21:07:37.500-07:00

So. I'm going to get right down to business. Make some brownie batter, grab some ice cream, chop up some chocolate, whip some cream, and make yourself some brownie ice cream cupcakes. Do it. Do it now. No frou frou talk today. Just the quick and dirty. I want you to make these asap, and yes, I feel like being bossy about it. Tablespoonful of brownie batter in each foil cup. (I used this brownie

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-41402083514992517802010-06-28T21:51:00.000-07:002010-06-28T23:02:40.610-07:00

is a really, really good thing. Last week combined two of my favorite things: baking and wedding (and baking for a wedding)! Oh, and birthday: the mid-20s have officially arrived, and I'm a little frightened but resolving to deal with it. Wedding baking part 1: horseshoe palmiers Yeah, these did not turn out as planned. I need me some Dufour Pastry to make these the proper, buttery way.

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Today I thought I'd talk a little about things that used to scare me. Frosting cupcakes used to scare me. There is such an intimidating aura built up around them...not for you? Maybe? The fact that I am slightly perfectionistic when it comes to cupcakes could have a little something to do with it.  But when you plop a huge dollop of frosting on a pretty cupcake... And then spread it around

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-65353385178348923732010-06-14T09:00:00.000-07:002010-06-14T09:00:03.271-07:00

I won't say it was the hardest thing, but definitely one of the sticky points of living in Asia last year was the fact that my baking adventures were limited by our toaster oven (capacity: 6 cookies), a general lack of baking pans in the region (save a gutsy trip Jena made to the other side of town to scavenge for appropriate bakeware for Thanksgiving casseroles), and hardly any measuring cups or

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-81341428734180918472010-06-07T09:00:00.000-07:002010-06-07T09:00:02.231-07:00

This makes my 5th post on cupcakes. Oh gosh. I don't want you to think I'm like, you know, obsessed. I am a normal person, and I have a normal level of fondness for cupcakes. Actually, given that this nation is pretty much in love with cupcakes, I'm not even sure where my feelings for cupcakes fall on the continuum, but I can't help it. They're just so ubiquitous. Oh, and cute. And perfectly

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-8916390597232927842010-06-03T15:42:00.000-07:002010-06-03T15:45:34.654-07:00

This was supposed to be a very emo post. You see, it is almost summer now, and there is ONE thing I get excited about at the beginning of every summer: CHERRIES. I love them, I love them, I love them. It is imperative for lovers of cherries to be acutely aware of the weather patterns surrounding the time when the cherries start to ripen. Put simply, rain causes cherries to split. Split cherries

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-73762251178054797782010-05-24T09:30:00.002-07:002010-06-11T16:54:43.509-07:00

Hello dear readers,Jena here, guest blogging from texas.. I was told I needed to introduce myself, so here goes.. I met Stephanie back in 2004 when we first got to berkeley and were both pretty clueless about.. most things. My first memory of Stephanie is meeting her in bible study and seeing her every Friday because we had back-to-back discipleship appointments with the amazing Allison -formerly

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We're going to do a little nostalgic thinking today, all the way back to the year 1996. What were you wearing/doing way back then? I remember sporting the unfortunate combination of glasses and braces, ginormous sweatshirts over leggings, and a perm (?) (if memory serves me right). I was head-over-heels in love with the US women's gymnastic team (I know you remember them too). Like every other 10

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-17015673659406627262010-05-10T16:05:00.000-07:002010-05-10T16:05:47.525-07:00

Happy Monday to you! And thank you so much to all of you who requested through phone calls, emails, and even this here blog to see some REAL cake decorating. This one's for you! I have something super exciting to show you... But first off, a big round of applause to the product that made this all possible: Sweetex, high ratio shortening. Oh yeah. Sweetex, I have a love-hate relationship with

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-70089327054117237282010-05-03T09:00:00.000-07:002010-09-08T21:07:37.501-07:00

(because sometimes making pie is anything but easy. To be discussed in a future post. Also because this ice cream is ridonk easy.) I know what you're thinking. I don't have an ice cream maker. This post is completely irrelevant to my life. Next! But it's okay. What if I told you that the (soft serve!) ice cream I want to tell you about needs only one ingredient, doesn't require an ice cream

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Time to put on your detective caps, friends. This one's a doozy. Here's your background: last week I had my first "real" cake decorating class (the one before being the introductory session), and here are the photos to prove it: Really? you ask. A photo of cake crown remnants, followed by the remnants of the cake crown remnants? The absence of a round layer cake, frosting, and piped flowers,

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-13722116074397700832010-04-24T09:00:00.000-07:002010-04-24T09:00:03.598-07:00

I'm assuming that none of you are interested in the reasons for my momentary absence (who likes listening to excuses?!)...so I'm just going to jump right in. If you've followed this little blog for any length of time, you know that I tend to focus on the sweet side of life. What can I say? The endless kitchen parade of baked goods fueled by throwing butter and flour and sugar and eggs together

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-63354453060248447702010-04-12T09:00:00.000-07:002010-04-12T10:46:48.919-07:00

First: the new face of cooking shows...you won't be sorry if you watch the entire ten minutes. Trust me on this. (Note: chocolate chip cookie baking in my kitchen bears more than a slight resemblance to this video. Minus the gratuitous chocolate chip cramming in mouth part in the middle. Just kidding to both points. Although if you see me throwing my eggshells on the floor instead of in the

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-39624762691787031672010-04-06T14:27:00.000-07:002010-04-06T15:21:43.967-07:00

Hi! I'm back. Hello. I missed you guys! First off, a big thanks to Aubrey for an amazing peek into her world last week! My heart...it smiled and ached at the same time seeing photos of the national treasure otherwise known as la mian. And the gai fan. Oh my. I will stop now, but you should seriously go check it out if you haven't already. Okay. So...what have I been doing the past two weeks?

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-73090482785915643352010-03-29T15:27:00.000-07:002010-05-25T13:33:20.176-07:00

Hello wonderful followers of I Ate Everything!  I am still in amazement that I have been given the auspicious privilege of guest blogging on this fine site.   For a little intro… My name is Aubrey and I am a recent convert into the wonderful world of blogs… (I’m still very much a newbie).  I spent last year with Stephanie (and 3 other fabulous women) in East Asia where my palette was opened to

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Yet another layer of Stephanie for your perusal and enlightenment: I have this not-so-secret love for the South. If I had things my way, I would pick up today and move there. No, I'm serious. In this dream sequence, I'd be walking down the street, spring in my step, and an adorable Southern born-and-bred grandmother would take pity on this poor Yankee and swoop me up in her arms and into her

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-69816884248682001322010-03-15T09:00:00.000-07:002010-03-15T09:00:03.156-07:00

(or not) I'm a planner. I think I already established that at some point in this blog. I like schedules and structures and organizing and lists and writing lists of organized structures of schedules in my planner. How dorky is that? Anyway, that puts me firmly on the J (for judging. Not judgmental) side of the Myers-Briggs. As far as I can remember, I have always been this way. I have a lot of

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-33644951782618622882010-03-11T22:03:00.000-08:002010-03-11T22:53:21.292-08:00

Profuse apologies to start. Oh, I know I promised 3+ weeks ago that I'd post every Monday, but time has been marching along, and then all of a sudden Monday, March 8th marched right across my face, as did March 9th and 10th. Whoops. Thanks to those who have been nudging (or prodding) (or kicking) me to update. I have a really good note from my doctor to explain my absence. Her name is Dpie, I

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-12741371040190266772010-03-01T15:32:00.000-08:002010-03-02T23:07:24.231-08:00

It was an exceedingly wonderful weekend. Friends came to see me! We kicked off the weekend as every party should be started: with the spoils of some free cheese (thanks, mom and the SMSA), slushes from America's Favorite Drive-In, deep talks, and laughs. Lots and lots of laughs. My heart is warm. Thanks y'all! Brother also came home this weekend to be studious. Kind of completely different from

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-31108923768428438522010-02-22T12:03:00.000-08:002010-03-01T16:53:42.571-08:00

Last year I was effusive about the coming of spring. This year, my heart is as warm and fuzzy as it's ever been as I celebrate its arrival. Hey, I enjoy the wintry bleakness of day and darkness of night as much as the next person (except not really), so spring. Gosh. I've been waiting since October for you. Thanks for coming! There is just something so wonderful about the markers of spring. Sure

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-89537240997790447882010-02-14T21:13:00.000-08:002010-02-22T00:39:53.024-08:00

Here's how not to show somebody some love: Sugarless chocolate cake, not as in it-has-synthetic-sweetener but as in I-forgot-to-add-any-sugar-to-this-cake period. Can you say brain fart? I pity the fool who has to find a creative way to get rid of it...oh wait, that would be me. Don't pity me; just help me find the garbage can. There are lots of ways you can tell someone you love him/her apart

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-15968308161394143522010-02-07T23:35:00.000-08:002010-02-16T00:40:49.322-08:00

Hi, my name is Stephanie, and I'm a madeleine/granola-holic. In the 2ish weeks since I've posted about these overly addictive substances, I seem to have based my food intake around them, leaving everything else in the dust. Whoops. Given that baking and rebaking them have become my primary interests, secondary activities include: grousing that the honey takes so long to come out of the bottle (

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-21304767100729777482010-01-31T12:37:00.000-08:002010-07-19T16:53:56.143-07:00

One of the challenges of living in East Asia, for me, was keeping my head up when things got rough. There would be days when I would feel so beaten and broken down, days when it felt like my language teacher chewed me up and spit me out for breakfast because I couldn't construct a sentence using the character 把, days when I missed the bus because someone cut in front of me in "line" again, days

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-26276634311338539642010-01-28T15:28:00.000-08:002010-01-28T15:28:32.900-08:00

Behold...the Monte Cristo sandwich. Turkey, ham, and melty (gorgeous!) cheese, sandwiched by egg-battered-then-deep-fried bread (tastes like a French Toast/donut hybrid). To summarize: heart attack sandwiched by two slices of triple bypass surgery. Can I get an "Amen" or a "hell yeah", depending on your mood? Holler if you love fried sandwiches.

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If I were me as a child writing this blog, it would not be called "i ate everything", by any means. A more accurate title would be "i ate just a teensy bit"...yes, I was that kid, the kid who hated most foods, save spaghetti, ice cream (no fruity flavors), chicken and corn. As I think about the foods I love now but would never have made the cut back then--spicy everything, macaroni and cheese,

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-38232037362819750492010-01-19T16:55:00.000-08:002010-01-19T16:55:49.688-08:00

Anyone else feeling the sad (seasonal affective disorder) coming on recently? I am hardly one to talk, given that I have friends living in Minnesota and Illinois, but this California girl is tired of the rain. Tired tired tired. Today marks day #3 of the week of unending rain, and I know I'm supposed to be supportive and everything because previous to this week we have been very behind on our

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-71885180002578465182009-12-28T13:44:00.000-08:002009-12-28T13:51:53.833-08:00

I know this is a little early for this, but happy new year! (Shortly leaving for family trip, so I won't be around for a while.) As I've reflected on the past 4 months, this statistic kept jumping to mind: 20 pounds of butter in 4 months. I baked away 20 pounds of butter from September to December. This is a slightly insane and delicious number. And who knows what the next year will bring?! 

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-35331878190475996162009-12-26T19:03:00.000-08:002010-03-18T22:11:52.971-07:00

First off, happy Christmas "to you and yours" (this little phrase is so strange and apart from this entry, I will never use it)! This was an interesting holiday as I remembered how wholly different it was from last year (we topped off our celebration with Christmas day all-you-can-eat Korean BBQ. Oh yeah!). It came and went very quietly this year but not without ponderings on the subject of our

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-55525597741471295592009-12-20T17:58:00.000-08:002010-01-26T14:06:14.545-08:00

(in response to Queen) Pesto is kind of a wonderful thing to make. Pestopestopestopestopesto. Saying it 5 times fast makes me wish I hadn't eaten all of it already. I know that you're boggled because basil does NOT grow in December, and therefore fresh pesto should be an impossibility, but you are discounting the beauty of winter pesto. Winter pesto, I love you and want to make you in the spring

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-47209383673702835992009-12-08T21:00:00.000-08:002010-02-03T23:21:57.424-08:00

I wanted to write a poem for you yesterday entitled "A Snow Dream Deferred", but Mr. Hughes did it better anyway. (Hey, that rhymes...right? Poem quota for blog: check.) This part of the world never gets snow. Ever. So Sunday night when the weather man started talking crazy and mentioning snow...I got excited, naturally. But when the promised "snow" amounted to only a mere ground dusting that

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-74249734781955160752009-11-29T02:58:00.000-08:002010-01-29T14:54:20.042-08:00

I just screwed up big time. SO excited about this Chez Panisse apple tart I was making for tonight's post-Thanksgiving dinner, and everything just went wrong. So very wrong. The tart dough came out way too wet, far past the point of salvation, and I bought the wrong apples for baking (mushy instead of crisp) and so they wouldn't slice well, everything went to pieces, and I am so frustrated with

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-42685160162783178912009-11-11T20:43:00.001-08:002010-01-29T14:54:20.043-08:00

About a minute after sliding the pumpkin muffins into the oven, I realized I had forgotten the baking soda. Dang it.....I was so excited too because I was a baking with pumpkin virgin, and I decided to just go big and roast a for real pumpkin instead of canned and THIS happened. Also burned my finger in the process. Just one of those days. It's time for Glee.

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All right. I'll just be honest with the 2 of you who read this thing. Life has slowed down a loooooot since I returned home, not necessarily in a bad way, but definitely in a less-than-constantly-blogworthy sort of way. (Although come to think of it, don't I get to dictate what happens here, and can't skilled writers spin the mundane into the fabulous? How do I get to this point? Oh yes, of

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Lately, Tuesdays have been soooo good to me, and that is why I love Tuesdays. We started subscribing to a CSA a few weeks ago, and they deliver on Tuesdays, and that is why Tuesdays = love. I would tell you all about what comes in each week's box, but I don't want to make you sad. Tonight's dinner features yellow wax beans, though, so yay for everyone here!Another big yay factor is that I'm going

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I've started this entry a million times in my head--I've been dreading it, really, because like so many other recent indicators, it marks an end. I can even be so dramatic as to say the end of my Asia life, a chapter firmly, decidedly closed by the ever-wide streets and the (relatively) tiny population of American suburbia. I have been enjoying it by doing all the things rendered impossible by

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from the ever truthful David Bowie:Strange fascination, fascinating meChanges are taking the pace I'm going throughCh-ch-ch-ch-Changes(Turn and face the strain)Time may change meBut I can't trace timeAnd so it is. Changes are exposing themselves all over my life as I pack up this Asian life and move it to America (a strange place I'm not sure I know anymore). Oh, it's sad, and soon enough I will

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To read about what's up with me, read Jena's blog.(Except I have not yet gotten a name stamp for myself. But that being out of the country part...true.)See y'all in 4 weeks?! Promise I'll have something good for you. In the meantime, enjoy...jumbo ice cream cupcakes! So yummy: check out the Omnomicon for the cool details. Basically, combine 1 box cake mix, 3 eggs, 1 cup water, and 1 pint ice

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In case you haven't seen this yet...a peek into our world and then some!(an offshoot of the incredibly famous Where the Hell Is Matt? video.)All of the locals' stares, sweaty clothing changes, and weary feet by the end were totally worth it! Your favorite location?

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I just found Very Good Taste's top 100 foods. (Bolded means I've done it before.) How many have you eaten?The VGT Omnivore’s Hundred: 1. Venison2. Nettle tea3. Huevos rancheros4. Steak tartare5. Crocodile6. Black pudding7. Cheese fondue8. Carp9. Borscht10. Baba ghanoush11. Calamari12. Pho13. PB&J sandwich14. Aloo gobi15. Hot dog from a street cart16. Epoisses17. Black truffle18. Fruit wine made

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Do you SEE that screenshot?! All those recipes underneath the folders, unfiled...they go on for a good 400 more!! I blame Tastespotting. (If you are able to look at that food pile of love and not feel at least a little tempted to bookmark one page, you are deranged. Or remarkably self-controlled.)The strength finders test says that this is one of my strong suits, collecting things. I

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Well guys, it's no secret that they who love chocolate chip cookies and their like can find East Asia to be somewhat desolate. I try to not hold this country liable for its lack of sweet things, as it is quite clear that its citizenry prefers the sour, spicy, savory, and bitter sides of life (and food). As I have already said...I'm trying to not hold it against them.So what is a girl to do when

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People are all buzzing around the world about this purported "swine flu" epidemic. This led to the question: does this country have it and people are keeping hush hush about it? That would be awful because I could breathe on the apple guy outside and he could kick the bucket. Or vice versa. So I took a test just to be sure. Check yourself.

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Friends! Spring has been here just a few short weeks...and I couldn't be happier. Some snapshots of what spring in East Asia looks like...The poor trees! The spring wind blew them so far sideways. Our city is situated in a valley surrounded by mountains, so it's like living in a constant wind tunnel. Yay?This picture is pretty blurry, but at the same time it's just so quintessentially Jena...

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The vast majority of the time, I really like it here. I love walking down the street and blending in, wind blowing through my hair, staring at the setting sun because the endless layers of pollution make it possible. I love the food--tonight Aubrey and I had "ribs 'n rice" (literally, 3 huge pork ribs in a bowl with your choice of potato, cabbage, carrot, etc and unlimited rice. Genius!) for

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Thanks Dboots for the amazing link. A-freakin-dorable!!!There is just something to be said about dancing in public. (I've done it quite a bit this year myself.) Such inexplicable joy!

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So I am almost 2 months late on this topic, but for those of us who didn't see it, I thought it was worth sharing:He keeps a really light tone during his "who let the mosquitoes out?" talk, but the reality of this disease is that250 million cases occur worldwide per yearalmost 1 million die of malaria per yearevery 30 seconds a child dies of malariaincidence has increased in Africa over the past

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It is Sunday night, which means I am playing around on freerice so I can a) donate rice grains to the world, b) improve my vocabulary/preserve what English skill remains since this year's language immersion has somewhat wrecked the past 22 years of English language ability, and c) procrastinate on studying for that pesky test on Tuesday. Obviously.Anyway, that entire spate of words above was not

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The photo above is the synopsis of everything I love about Vietnam.

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Combining two adventures into one. We left KL and headed off into the jungle for a little alone time with nature. Those who know me are chuckling right now because I rarely desire said kind of time, but I enjoyed it, surprisingly?Taken from our boat on our way to our morning hike. Notice the trees in the background; I bet one could find gorillas in the mist over there...In the midst of the jungle

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How to even begin describing this monster of a place, of a genre, really? If it wasn't apparent, I did a fair amount of research before our trip on basically everything food-related in Southeast Asia. And a huge aspect of the SE is the wet market, a place where a local can buy not only produce but also meat, poultry, fish, clothes and toys? The list goes on. Its name is derived from the water

Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182825408086585155noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657699079606976950.post-29686973440052215992009-02-26T21:14:00.000-08:002010-03-15T00:39:15.975-07:00

Busy at work on a fabulous post on what grocery shopping in Kuala Lumpur looks like...hint: Safeway not included. In the interim, here's a window into what I spent approximately 50% of my childhood watching...it might be the best minute of your day!Talk about a heady whiff of nostalgia!

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Due to extremely popular demand (okay, only Jena actually voiced this but I try to believe that more of you want it as well), here comes a hearty take on Southeast Asia...food and other things that were worth photographing. Ready?Kuala Lumpur--I'm a big fan. On our first day, after some monkey business (thanks Jena for writing about it so I don't have to), we were famished and ready for some real

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7 hotels/hostels, 1 night on a sleeper bus, 1 night in an airport, 2 nights in a sleeper train, and 72 showerless hours later, we're home!!! 3 countries in 3 weeks. More, as always, to come.(credit to Aubrey for the stats)

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HA, of course there's no such thing with me. So yesterday, I had 5, yes 5, cups of coffee. To clarify, I have totally downed multiple cups of coffee in one sitting, but never 5 all in different locations in the course of a day. To document this momentous occasion, I present Stephanie's coffee log for February 1, 2009.3:30 am: kopi o from kopitiam in Singapore airport. So we spent the night in the

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Today has been a fishy day! First, let me say that it has been so painful for me to not be able to upload pictures here. Second, I earned my BC point* by eating a FISH EYE at lunch today. Yes!! Third, my feet were massaged by skin-eating fish today. All for the low low price of a little over $1.*One may be initiated into the Balls Club if another member challenges said person to do something,

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I think (hope?) that means "welcome" in Bahasa Malay...? Just a quick update to let everyone know that southeast Asia is warm, beautiful, and full of mosquitos: bite count at 16 and rising...Nevertheless, it is DELICIOUS, and I am trying to eat as much as I can! We spent a half day in Singapore before hopping over to Johor Bahru in Malaysia. INDIAN FOOD! Chicken biriyani and roti prata abound

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Sometimes when comparing different places, one might be led into thinking that due to some surface-level shared qualities (they both have great hole-in-the-wall sushi joints! Their residents are so friendly to visitors!), said places might actually resemble each other.This is not one of those instances. Whether I am aware of it or not, I keep a running mental log of observations of my new

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(I believe the "you" is plural)Well, far be it from me to write an album review since I'm barely qualified.I'll back that up now. To me, music reviewers are the kind of people who know about artists and passionately love (or hate) them even before they've made it big, before they've scored a record deal...dude, if you've "discovered" them by the time they're in the process of recording their

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Inaugural post! This should be epic. Anyway, the purpose of this blog is to document my life in a organized way so that the grandkids have something to laugh about later. Focus of this blog: a lot about things I eat, since 10 minutes into my waking day I have usually figured out breakfast and am tackling lunch and dinner. But there will also be all the little stories and random thoughts that

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