Archive for the ‘french’ Category
My Dublin adventures (to be continued) meant that I missed my second Western Basics class at Palate Sensations. I’ll make it up sometime next January. Although, if my schedule contines with its present madness I’ll be in, like, Inner Mongolia around that time.
Class 3 was all about meat braising and savoury tarts. It involved bacon, red wine, and fire. [Cue Beavis and Butthead impersonation.]
Look at all that bacon. Don’t miss the butter right up next to it either. Full cream butter, the kind for winners.
I’m using the royal WE so you can live vicariously through me.
This is your Dublin intro post. A leisurely walk through my first few days in the Dubs. It involves the mall, French stuff, and fried fish.
I landed around midday in Dublin so I had to power through and stay up until atleast 8pm to try and shake off the jetlag. To make sure those hours melted away as fast as can be I headed to the mall (shocking) where I rifled throug the H&M racks and acquainted myself with Penney’s. I also indulged in some mall food.
Pizza, of course. Toppings were ok, the crust was meh. At least the cheese wasn’t weird like it often is in Asian pizzas. Cheese is not a strong point for Southeast Asia. Sorry.
Since I was doing so good whippin’ jet lag’ butt, I treated myself to some pistachio ice cream from an Aussie chain. It was alright but not particularly memorable.
After hitting up Versailles, the Louvre, and Parc du Luxemborg we decided to grab dinner before heading back to our hotel. We passed by this restaurant when we were first getting off the Metro and starting our stroll around the area. It had lots of folks outside which we took as a sign of this-must-be-pretty-tasty.
Not Cool #1: We were seated in the smoking section and the waiter proceeded to bring over a large party of 10 chain smokers so take up the tables next to us. Grrrreat. My asthma really appreciated that. We moved tables.
Not Cool #2: We ordered diet soda and water. It was 4 Euros. Each. It came with glasses. Small ones. With spoons. What the heezy are the spoons for?
Paris was a struggle. I do not speak a lick of French and we had no guidebooks with us (I know, we’re smart). We ended up having to settle for the tourist-friendly but taste-challenged brasseries near the hotel. Before heading to Paris, I did know that I wanted to track down those famous Pierre Hermes macaroons that I had read about on other blogs. I couldn’t figure out where his bakery was located but I did find the address to Laduree (right on the Champs D’Elysee just a few blocks from the Arc du Triomphe). We shelled out about 6 Euro for the bag of macaroons – pistachio, raspberry, raspberry almond, chocolate, and vanilla flavored.
I feel sorry for anyone who has not had the sheer pleasure of eating one of these suckers. They are light and airy in texture, slightly crunchy on the outside, creamy and cakey on the inside. They are worth every penny. If you’d like to buy yours truly a birthday present, please send a box of these. My favorite is the raspberry almond (that’s my best guess at the flavor since it was in French but it was almondy and bright red but def not strawberry flavored).